Cold Comfort

Hey Readers This poem is another one from the back catalogue. Written in 2011 it documents how we tend to feel as we leave Christmas behind and begin the journey back to reality. I hope you find Cold Climate an interesting and perhaps even a challenging read. 

Cold Climate

I’m standing at a bus stop
in the bitter winter snow
my happy face has disappeared
I’ve lost my Christmas glow
which kept me warm and comfortable
all through the festive time
I see a bus approaching
I pray it might be mine

It’s going in my direction
though it’s not the one I need
I read the tabloid billboards
which scream of  bankers greed
cold comfort for the rest of us
on an Arctic Glasgow night
I think of those without a home
they’ll know when winter bites

@ Gayle Smith 2011


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