Stephen Robertson

Slanting Lines

November blues

November: nights are drawing in

the day begins to go

the clouds are low and spitting rain.

The light is dimming now.

Further north the rain teems down

enough to overflow

the river Don and flood the plain.

The light is fading now.

Politicians on the stump

make promises-to-go

inspired by our local Trump.

The light is failing now.

The surgeons trying to cut us off

from continental flow

seem more like butchers working rough.

The light is going now.

How will these transient trials pass?

It’s really hard to know.

We have no crystal ball, no glass.

The light has all gone, now.