Winter

milk

the thin whistle
of mum’s breakfast kettle
. . . bare toes on lino

school milk
striped paper straws
pleated into submission

half-yearly report
my frosty teacher
thaws

red cheeks
stung by sun and wind
our long walk home

shortest day
dad’s chaffed hands
light the gas fire

Julie Thorndyke

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2 thoughts on “Winter

  1. Hi Julie,

    I just read Milking Time in the on-line children’s poetry blog, and liked it very much. Have now read some of your poems on this site, and like them, too. You write really well.

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