Kate Williams

For all those lucky enough to have had their homes flooded with sunlight rather than floodwater, today and this month generally. Apologies for re-posting last year’s poem but, for some of us, some of it seems to apply again this year.

There’s nothing like a chill, blue sky,
a wispy, crispy, crystal sky, 
to make you skip!

There’s nothing like a winter tree,
a feather-fine, weather-defying, ballerina tree, 
to make you skip!

There’s nothing like a frozen lake,
a mirroring, quivering, shivering lake,
to make you skip!

There’s nothing like December sun,
pale and frail as a butterfly wing,
melting horizon’s silver lip,
to tip fun in your step, and step into skip,
to skip into ice-skating swing!

Nothing quite like December.

Kate Williams

Happy Christmas!
December 25th, 2013.