No Boitsfort market in the square;
OK - a few stands were there …
But when New Year on Sunday falls
And cold wind and sudden squalls
Are this January’s fate
The temptation proves too great
To stay at home and stare at screens
Wrapped up warm in old blue jeans…
Perturbed are those with travel plans
On mini-trips to foreign lands
Delays more family journeys blight
As staff, disgruntled, go on strike!
Yet lulls afford time to reflect;
Penned resolutions - ink still wet! -
In pristine diaries find a place;
(Thinks: soon to vanish – without trace!)
We take our “comfort zone” as read;
But there are pathways we could tread
Leading into fields unknown …
The choice, as always, is our own!
(c) Poet in woods 2023
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