Roll on the cold dark nights of Winter,
No more families playing on the grass,
Just the occasional dog walker,
As I dwell upon the past.
Roll on the sleet and drizzle,
No more sun to burn my face,
Sun sets at 4.13pm
I love that time at this place
Roll on biting winds
Blasting rain across my cheek
Sun sets behind St Joseph
Casts his blessing on the meek
Roll on the winter solstice
Nowhere else I'd rather be
Sitting silent in the Mill Field
Whilst my mind is dancing free
Copyright 2017 Roger Tichborne
Summer always makes me nostalgic for the cold dark days of winter. It always seems so much quieter and more peaceful.
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