Winter Blues
Tinted pink shapes
in this cold blue sky.
White blanket covers the pavement, the streets, the conifer, the dead tree / sleeping:
warfare is not welcome here.
The pregnant woman from no.10
slams front door and ambles in her platform shoes
almost slipping on the ice &
off to work she slides.
Discrete at my window
I awe at the snowy hill on the horizon,
picturesque with brown steeple
of abandoned church protruding,
but breached is the peace
when two Chinese children from Shenzhen,
the girl clutching
a fluffy Dalmatian
swings her brother’s tiny hand
& whoosh goes his bobble hat –
he
crashes
face
down
&
is
WAILING.
Another Poem by Skendong: Winter Blues: Serene Vistas as Play Gives Way to Tears