A Christmas Stroll, by Guy Fletcher

I've escaped claustrophobia
enjoying crisp Christmas Morning air,
my breath drifting like mist
as I dwell upon those
who'll never view this Christmas
remaining locked in my memories yet
as I cross the quaint bridge over the stream
the splendour of nature is the main theme

observing the rivulet's seductive flow
under a mild partially blue ether
Cardiff stretching far below
and imagining excited kids and hungover parents.
Walking up here beats any pill,
melancholia is cast away
wandering with wonder on Christmas Day