It's Still Life

CHILLED

the winter fields
are flat and cold
snow clouds stretching
long as banners

Dad hated this time of year.
He’d come home, and soak
his feet in a dishpan of hot
water and epson salts..
He was a postman.

this weather rushes
on us with its wild eyes
ice pecking our face

I always think of Dad at this
time of year. And now I also
think of Mum. Both gone.

cold is a colour
it’s abstract and
absolute, it sinks
in the ground

Twiglet #156 Tails like banners. ©️ Misky 2019