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
Broad horizon of an unspent year
looms clean and crisp and welcoming;
and hogmanay sees out the old
in whisky drams.