Christmas in Myrtle Park

There's something about the light

in these abbreviated days,

short on brightness, warmth and colour

to end our hibernation phase.

River foaming in the gloaming;

the winter walks in wetland dark,

jet black as The Stranglers' drummer

or leather jackets bought in car parks.

The tinsel-strewn dog shit bin 

winks green through the inky night,

sending signals to landing craft,

"Come in Santa, it's all right!"

B.R. 23.12.23

Myrtle Park, looking up towards Lidl
(Picture by B.R.)