like water fowl
on wet limp grass.
The bus stops.
Doors buzz closed.
despite the brain chill.
Flakes of true temperate talk.
Glimmering through the window,
the winter solstice willow.
Bus announces Farnborough Park.
Old boy’s apology, he squeezes by.
A parent with child speaks of accident,
where child chucks hot chocolate all over her.
Festive cheer all the way here, fun, frolics.
Winter solstice, willow weeping.
Wide awake on the shortest day.