Getting Home

Wind billows
Rain grey
Through London streets
Chasing umbrellas
Making fools.

Slush, silent,
Hushed, silence.
Devoted heads bowed
Waking early
Working late.

Dark day turns over,
Dark night
Unnoticed, ice sparkles.
A dream of frost.
Jack leaps.

On gentle winds
Now Christmas,
Delicately through the streets,
Stretches fingers
Touches down.

The snow falls
Upward caught
In lamplight as I fall at your feet
Winter made
Winter maid.

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