It’s back! We haven’t had a poem of the week for a little while but Stu, a librarian based at Seacroft has been busy finding some wintery gems that I will share over the coming weeks.
The days are short, The sun a spark, Hung thin between The dark and dark. Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor. Milk bottles burst Outside the door. The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees of lace. The sky is low. The wind is gray. The radiator Purrs all day.