Winter ice and wind and sparkled grass

and sunshine, warming bitten ears;

and fire-smoke, smells of yesterday;

and fairy lights.


Grey, hail heavy skies and frosted paths,

and steamy words, fogged up hellos ;

and numbness, thaw burnt fingertips

and chilblains.


Broad horizon of an unspent year

looms clean and crisp and welcoming;

and hogmanay sees out the old

in whisky drams.