Trudging through cold winter rain
shoulders hunched against the chill
all the trees now bare and plain
how long 'till they don leaves again?
Easy to think they never will.

For year and I have both grown old
my long trek soon will reach its end
like a ribbon near unrolled.
This old poet can't pretend
that much of my story's untold.

On those cloudy early evenings of
winter months is conjured up a certain chill,
even in the steam of this tropic place.
Unlocked are stored up memories
of other winters long forgotten.

There the sounds of evening traffic and the city’s
passing life are muffled deep within a wintery baffle.
This quite broken only by the occasional and
repetitious clunk of a carelessly fastened snow chain,
against the undercarriage of a home bound car.

Floudering in many Plaices,
flat like Ray fish 
that Skate across the sand, 
as odd Cods glower at gaping mouthed
Sticklebacks in the backwaters,
Haddocks in the paddocks of Sea Horses, 
Anemones with friends and few enemies,
Kippers, kipping to themselves
under Mackerel skies.

Close your eyes.
Let me lead you by the beach,
As the wind takes your hair
Along the velvet skyline.
Let me lead you by the beach,
As the wind takes your hair
Along the velvet skyline.
The sun visable..
Thought a minor figure
Compared to your beauty.
Your very essence appeals to those in doubt,
And misleads the portrait of itself
To see you smile, priceless
As even my vision isnt perfect
I can see you 20/20
Your my hearts rival,
And in that can do no harm
Thought a minor figure