November

The clocks have gone back and we’ve lost an hour at night. We spend hours in the dark now instead of the light. The weather is grim, it’s damp, dank and so dreary, and I don’t know about you, but I feel weary. There is mist at night, there’s mizzle in the morning, the...

Tyburn Poems

listless lifeless endless joyless I can’t lift my listless lifeless gaze during Winter’s endless joyless days ***** lusty gusty musty dusty these blustery lusty gusty gales blow away our musty dusty smells ***** foggy boggy soggy doggy walking through the...