Winter Views from the Bus
Pink watering cans
lying flat in the drizzle,
The yellow front door
in the long row of houses:
It stands out. It smiles.
The moon, veiled in mist,
floats in the darkness above
the bright white clockface.
Christina Egan © 2012
I was looking at the clocks of St Pancras Station at
King’s Cross, but you could equally observe Big Ben.
There is no ‘London fog’ any more since coal fires were
outlawed — yet there are still a lot of mist and fumes…
In northern countries, there is very little colour in winter,
so you need to look out for splinters of colour and rejoice!