As We Wait

Winter wrestled summer deep into the ground
a malevolent mist of misery hovered above
the landscape, producing a resentful silence.
The village pond, a giant ice-cube and frozen
ducks, jumping hares had iced up into a ready
meal in midair, delighting the poor who, got
a free lunch, if they had a micro wave, and no
sermon. New Year came, boxed winter off
the ring and we basket in odd summer heat,
ignored scar mongers telling us the end is nigh.
We knew it wasn’t going to last all we wanted
to do was to warm our miserable souls and cold
fingers till the wind turned and brusque Nordic
morality enveloped us once again.