Winter scenes across Britain serve to reinforce my belief that relocating to Guernsey was a wise choice: the benefits become more and more apparent as I grow older.
Statistically, January and February carry off more elderly people than any other month of the year so I’m fortunate to be able to enjoy the sanctuary of my little island as the temperatures continue to drop.
WINTER
Water stumbles:
it freezes in blackened pools.
Birds die on wires turned lethal by the cold.
Temperature tumbles, icy-wind
scours us. Winter’s cruel:
it wounds us, decimates the old.
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