The cuckoo clock chimes in the hall
Dark shadows play on kitchen wall
Children’s voices heard in street
Echoes of excited feet…
Inside, I sip my cup of tea
The radio burbles near to me
My calendar says it’s December
A clean slate – bye, bye, November!
The twelfth month dawns in silver sky
Timidly, the time goes by
While lives burst at the seams with stress;
Many want more, but need less.
In winter darkness, I take stock;
As peace, desired
by all, is not …
Talks drag on, strong hopes expressed
But none with foresight has been blessed …
We’re in the dark, in every sense
France wants to bolster its defence
Some Belgian nuclear plants* will close
How will it all end? Who knows?
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
* Doel-1 and Tihange-1
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