Winter Daze ....... roll on

I want to return, to turn the eternal half-light
Into a warm wind draught and white bright sky
I want to see my ball, (yes see) my ball arch high
Not skid, mud covered, skid-marked, duffed – why?
WHY!!

Fitted fairways carpet-like to bound and bounce along
With rabbits bouncing, bounding, leaping in the grass
Skylarks talking, walking, soaring with their song
Other golfers walking, talking, scoring under pars

Where’s the sun, the shine of July’s haze
Where’s the heat, the sweat, the cool beer thirst
Just long winter - long, long winter days
Roll on March the first.