It is here

It is Winter here; 
now the fires are burning,
and the black cat chased away.

Sun is close,
Earth on a tilt
as it's nature prescribes.

My ears went num,
walking for medication,
Mohammed, the chemist, and I
shook hands to aqaint ourselves.

I told him about the herse,
laquered tires and comfort;
the 'running man' in black doused by the rain,

mohammed's assistant told me " it had cancelled it's self out".
The black cat, and I stopped worrying!

A month and a while away,
the snowdrops will be out,
and I will set my mistress to paint.

A start of another year
on the Christian calendar,
and Mohammed accepts this.

Snowdrops? In urban spaces of green,
the young have not a moment to loose,
as the solitary Grandfather clock has it's
Weights balanced yet again

and Earth, The Earth prepares
for another direction......: