The UK today

 

The snow offers candy floss kisses,

To the shivering streets,

Transforms the stark, dark winter tree,

Into an icing sugar dusted

Picture postcard pin-up.

It is dawn but no bird’s chorus

Their song has been stolen by the wild wind.

I search the slumberous sky

For the fall of frosty flakes

At the bottom of my pin-up tree

Is heart break.

My eyes clearly see

A mound in the silent snow

Where a life used to be.

Homeless in these cruel times

Death is an inevitability.