December, eh? Few words and a poem
Greetings, seasons greetings. Life’s been a bit hectic these last few weeks, hence no post. This might sound like I’m contradicting myself but I’m currently out in America, on my honeymoon. It was hectic in the run up to getting here and we’ve been travelling around; New-York, Boston and now Dallas. So far so good, until I got COVD. I’m currently self-isolating, don’t feel too bright but it’s warm and I’m fortunate enough to be staying at my wife’s sister’s house, I’m being looked-after, this could all be a lot worse.
Anyway, it’s my first chance to pick up the lappy and pen something, so here it is. A little piece I scribbled on the train home, a few weeks back, after a little gig in Norwood. December. So this is also being recorded on my phone, on a new piece of kit I got to help me live-stream but so far it’s not worked, so I’m back to the trust voice-notes
If you’re reading / listening to this, I hope wherever you are, you’re housed, warm and fed. Large up for the support, happy Christmas, Paul Cree.
December comes like a hit and run
Where’d December come from?
Snuck-up like a last-orders bell – slap
red letter dropping on the doormat
No choice but to deal with it now
Was busy living then blinked and
It got dark
Yawned and it got cold
Chin tucked into jacket ill equipped
For worst weather
Was gonna go for a run as well but
It’s raining outside until April
And even then…
So now what?
Footballs off
Make the most of it, mate
Little lights like rain illuminated under
Car headlights, highlights are thin
On the ground this time of year
Like the snow that settles for seconds
Then forms all forlorn and wet disappointment
seeking holes in soles and soaking socks
I swear yesterday it was hot or
At least mild and
Still light at seven and
Christmas was one of them things you
say you’re not even thinking about until
It comes round which is
Well, now
December eh?