The day was cold and miserable and I wanted cheering up, so I got out s bottle of mulled wine. I poured myself a big glassful and replaced the stopper.
Fawn feathered reeds in clumps that stand Upright in steel-grey frozen pond And empty footprints in the snow. A boy, a tawny trotting hound. Cawing of rooks, excited bark -
I saw a garden in the sky Above an old canal: a high Black bridge which saplings stood along And where grew weeds abundantly; Nature reserve of hawthorn trees And birch, an aerial nursery.
Because I could not sleep, I went Down to the guest-house sitting-room, And while the host was sleeping, I Peered through the window at the gloom, At silent road and moonlit trees