Michael GordonHICKWinter clings on to the county With threats of snow from the North. Rains wash Autumn leaves down the hillside And storm waves still crash on the porth.
The Yuletide's bright colours have faded To January's dark days and long nights. And though the Winter solstice is over, The gales blow and the frost still bites.
And January brings its own sadness; The anniversary of when you had to leave. But I try to look forward to the Spring, Dad As you told me that I should not grieve.
So this morning at seven I looked Eastward, With thoughts, as always, of you. And there, next to the darkest of cloudbanks, I glimpsed the first streak of blue.
So Spring is returning to Cornwall, Ahead of the rest of the land. And I will be patient until then, Dad As from Heaven you still hold my hand.
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