Member Poem

Season of black haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge.
Primal raw wind  howl dissing summer’s distant memory  - spotty and erratic though it was.
Patio deck chair, seat of toil free bliss dispatched to icy recess.
Mirage or wishful thinking from a wet weather veteran.
We live in fear of reruns of Ophelia or
2010’s black ice.
Storm force Brian, Mount Fuji on the airwave minus earthly shrapnel.
Dormant Loch Ness shadow’s fervent air mass.
To the fuel merchant and chimney sweeper alike a sacred windfall.
For the home dweller another inroad on an ever
shrinking pocket.
Yet this late year creeper has its saving graces.
Dark art charmer lacing every patch for knee high boot crunch.
Architect of igloo canvas for the closet ice skater.
Benedict for much maligned  feast around the globe (Noel hark the alpine carol)!
Peculiar but only to the frostbitten soul divorced from glacial winter beauty.
Snow cap landscape may or may not surface.
Christmas anthems boom across the streets adorned by night owls.
Chaser light gee up in gutted ghost town black spot.
Urban ice rink dome another fantasy or wonderland.
Toy shop stock n trade whose only trade is stock.
Colour coded  gadgets clutching every cell of window space.
Fashion fodder wizards magic flock.
The stirring strains of Santa rousing inner reindeers - the sort beloved by children down the ages.
Yuletide decor, berry loaded holly bush spike.
Log  tossed on fire, kindling stick incendiary, leaping flame enshrouds smokeless polish.
Polish ...fine...finesse ...finery.
Spicy punch bowl waft an aptly named rum do.
November skyline  flaunts it’s snow flecked jewellery on high.
Astral compass stars spread their twinkle to the gates of heaven and beyond.
Christmas stepwise  edging in a soggy whirl of slush.
Winter well and truly has arrived.