Winter by Peter Devonald
Bitter winds will blow
And we will have snow
Stark trees shiver in the stinging cold
Flurries of white that glitter like gold
Slate grey sky foreboding and darkening gloom
Beckons the night to the coming storm
Darkness falls at just past 4
Wrapped up in jumpers and coats as we go to the door
Bright shiny lights sing of better times
The silent night with all its joyful rhymes
Christmas will be here soon
A feast of presents, joy and song
Hold on to the sparkly beautiful magic inside
Even in this darkest snowy night outside.
And we will have snow
Stark trees shiver in the stinging cold
Flurries of white that glitter like gold
Slate grey sky foreboding and darkening gloom
Beckons the night to the coming storm
Darkness falls at just past 4
Wrapped up in jumpers and coats as we go to the door
Bright shiny lights sing of better times
The silent night with all its joyful rhymes
Christmas will be here soon
A feast of presents, joy and song
Hold on to the sparkly beautiful magic inside
Even in this darkest snowy night outside.
This poem is copyright (©) Peter Devonald 2023
About the Writer
Peter Devonald
Peter is a poet and screenwriter living in Manchester. 2022 Selected for The Poetic Map of Reading project and the Chronically Online/ Culturable/ Layered Onion Group Show. Also published in Haus-a-rest deconstruction, Dwell Time Press, Tales of the Underbanks (3rd in award), Bolton Breakdown: reawakening, Heaton Post, Cheadle Post, Didsbury Post and 20 publications in previous years. 2001 Heart of the Heatons best poetry winner. Multi-award-winning screenwriter including Children’s Bafta nominated. 150 festival screenings. Formerly senior judge/ mentor Peter Ustinov Awards (iemmys).
