It's over, crumpled paper
in the re-cycling, fridge filled with left-overs, trifle,
topside, Christmas pudding.
Lights still glow on trees,
candles sparkle in darkened
windows, unwrapped gifts lie waiting for drawer space.
Television fills the gap
with old jokes, old films, catch-up soaps and long-
forgotten double acts.
Gardens too play a waiting
game, baring branches
to the winds, herbaceous plants tucked below ground.
We are tantalised by odd
glimpses of green, a shaft of pale sun, promises waiting
beyond new year's open gate.