A Change in January


A Slight Change in January

These soaked lanes
are so familiar,
as if known to me from cradle.
I can predict its unevenness,

foresee its roll and pitch
without a glance to my feet.
Change here seems wary,

steady as brown eyes,
and only the appearance
of spring in January
changes the pace of things.

There by the brick edge,
a crowd of yellow crocus
and a smear of icy rain,
and suddenly I am all change.

Morning air floods my head
with much merrier thoughts.


Remixed from Edwin Drood and my 1991
Winter Journal from Bletchingley, Surrey.


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