Millennium Green

Sitting alone on a bench

with a hot chocolate take-away

tall trees unmasked  like me

no breath to disturb even

their top-most spars

sky off-white like a vest lazily

washed too many times with coloureds,

I remember other happy winter days

kicking up the leaves

in damp winter woods

where old ladies wear gloves and hats

but young lads on bikes 

never do.