Let’s Talk About the Weather
I worry that our seasons are lost.
Days I thought maps predicted
have vanished as if only conjured.
Sky hangs, streaked and heavy,
as though it forgot how to smile,
or fears what comes next.
There was honour in winter:
neighbours shovelling paths clear
in the soft pad of dawn;
the certainty of snowdrops,
their February end rolling
into temperate Spring.
Rays of summer
warming grass and our skin,
leading on to months
when trees handed down their red
and gold; when people knew leaves
were beautiful in every colour.
Claire Walker’s poetry has been published in magazines, anthologies and webzines including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, Clear Poetry, Prole, and The Chronicles of Eve. Her first pamphlet, The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile, is published by V. Press. She has recently become a Poetry Reader for Three Drops from a Cauldron.
Her website is https://clairewalkerpoetry.com