Hastowe Lane

A January afternoon
Cold and crisp and dry
A bright blue sky above us all
The wind making me cry
Bitterness that’s smothering
Sitting waiting, I
Watched a number of joggers
Passing puffing panting
All sorts of tight pants and wool hats
Somewhere someone’s ranting

Why the hell are you
Out here running
Isn’t it better to sit by the fire
Watching the Ivy glistening
Out here the weather just seems dire
Forecasts of some snow to come
Maybe some frost as well
It’s rapidly getting darker