Here we are this Monday evening
In the midst of winter weather
What’s this talk of global warming
We ask quizaccilly
As we sit in oncoming gloom
Darkness fills each room
Candle lit dinner
May have been romantic
A few days ago
But right now
As one voice _ no, no, no
Listen, the rumble of thunder
Rain, beating against window pane
Only thing this is good for
It cobbled together a poetic refrain.
Poetry from The Man Shed
(c) Chris Black
The Poet’s Poet
17th February 2020
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