Sharp nip in air breeds chilly fingers
Frost snaps off each leaf that lingers
Cold evenings in the gloom extend…
I wear suede gloves, gift of dear friend.
Small dogs sport jackets neat and smart
On grey pavements they impart
In today’s world, proof supreme
That their owners’ hearts stay green!
The homeless, with no place to go
Skulk in corners, fearing snow
Their desperate plight on daily view
For Brussels shelters are too few…
Sales of winter thermals soar
But must one venture out the door?
Sub-zero chill makes wreathes of mist,
Coats our windscreens, snowflake-kissed.
Around enticing mulled wine stalls
The presence of police recalls
Old * Fagin’s would-be protégés;
As wallets find new homes today!
(c) Poet in the woods (2023)
* Pickpocket "King" in Charles Dickens' novel "David Copperfield".
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