How i loved Childhood Winters.
Great Golden Eggs, Sunshine in my belly.
Crusted White, Doughy Buttery Slabs.
Crackling Bacon searches me out.
The Kettle whistles a Dawn chrous
Clouds of Milk billow like Steam after Rain
The Snow beckons me forward
Pinched Cheeks, Fingers bitten
almost as Red as my Hat.
Not that i noticed being a Child
For me now the Snow has no lustre,
hard as i try no excitement can i muster.
The innocence that was is gone.
Dirty Orange Clouds against night sky
now i'd rather be indoors, not sure why.
Growing up is hard to do, hard to take
but we always do, mostly for others sake.
Taking our place in the world.
Complications of adulthood unfurled.
