Photo Renga — Karen McCarthy, Naomi Woddis
As the white boat glides
along the wide brown river
bare branches shiver.
A trumpet, a train, a gull.
In the distance a footbridge.
Pinpricks of snow fall
on the abandoned roadworks.
The pavement is cold.
Tomorrow oysters, people
and the clink of champagne flutes.
The recollection
of Christmas is distant, caught
between seasons, waiting.
Today a sharp Winter sun,
a hint of what’s to come – warmth.
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