An Apology for Winter

It’s at the Winter’s great expense                                                                                                                          That Springtime moves on in.
And fools are we that we don’t see Injustices therein. 

Its honesties will soon be gone
And with all thanks withheld,
We’ll welcome forth the bright deceit Of warmer days, impelled. 

On promises that can’t be kept
The Spring will beckon all.
And Wint’ will wait, at Autumn’s gate, For all of it to fall. 

My name is Darrell Barnard-Jones, a writer, actor and gardener living in Surrey; by maintaining a lateral connection to these three commitments, and merging and mingling them at every opportunity, I use poetry to record what I find.