A poem reflecting a childhood in a West Cumbrian mining community.

A poem reflecting a childhood in a West Cumbrian mining community.
Near a concrete verge, a snowdrop bows
to a north wind, an act of defiance…
My thoughts have frozen this week. As I write, the outside temperature has dropped to minus eleven degrees Celsius. I am sitting at my writing desk…
Winter is upon us here in the UK, at least the meteorological version. Astronomical winter arrives on Wednesday, the 21st of December 2022. If you are an autumn lover there are still three weeks to embrace the season.
In the early 1980’s, the old-style, red, London bus, was my choice of transport to get around the capital. I was unable to afford a car. London Underground trains did not extend into the part of South London, where I lived at the time.