Fay Slimm.

Colours of Change.

 

 

Colours of Change.

 

No night could be darker than this.
Starless and chilled,
its breath thickens with cold the minutes
of December\'s decease
and snaps at the old year\'s sap until
clock\'s final chimes ring out defeat.

 

Then starts the colours of change.

 

No sky could be lit more than this.
No show so bright
while firework frenzy ends shivers
of London crowd\'s wait
and lifts the mind of ice-raked spirit
to awe-raised warmth of New Year.

 

Firework sparkle earns hurrays.