Dead end days
The ending of the year
People dying
Darkness little cheer
Morning comes
But darkness will not budge
Dreary skies
Keeps us in our lodge
But folk go out
And swim in freezing lakes
Dips in the sea
Ah well all sorts it takes
But good for them
The cold invigorates
Fresh from the water
Warmth insinuates
Looking back
We see the path we came
And remember those who died
And all their fame
The Edinburgh gun
Fires off salute
The New Year comes
And we are in pursuit
Brian Fahy
30 December 2022
Erris Poetry 