This seemed apt as I’m about to repeat this small part of personal history.
Back in December some words came to me as I walked from the Bluebird Cafe to Leith Walk, not all of them all at once, just some of them. I found the rest later on when I was warm and cosy. Those few words that did step up to the pate while on the hoof were enough of a distraction to keep the mind off the cold while I mused on words about….well, the cold.
65. Baltic at Balfour Place. (December ’14)
I’d had my breakfast in the ‘bird,
Been sitting cosy in the window,
Smugly safe from the chills,
At this sconnery in Canonmills,
But once I’d got me scone to go,
Then it was time to get along,
Along the road and then some more
Keeping walking it’s too cold to pause,
Just leaving the park heading up,
Up past Balfour Place,
And nicely square in the face,
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