58: Warming

Our first frost this winter was late,
stealing every colour
long after Christmas –
ageing nature is Santa silver,
but too tardy for the kids’
seasonal wonder,

and it cursed (instead)
those un-readied gardeners
caught sleeping
as the mild winter dipped
back into its old ways as

when the Thames was locked
under a hard beauty for weeks –
when even their huddles of fires
could not melt
that frost.

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