10.20 GMT 11/01/26. A wilding skerried frizz of pelting cold snow come rain

Has danced down the mountain wind,

keeping the bowed trees supplicant

And a Gaelic foot-stomp across the outhouse roof,

skipped high and was whipped into a grey lace of momentary coronets

Now, there’s no delaying the descent of gargling fall-pipes

where a green tub blubbers “enough”

And green futures bulge at the bud