I can pretend that they're mountains the mist's hanging over or make believe that they could be the white cliffs of Dover but I know that it's Stratford that I'm looking over on a miserably cold Winter's day.

it's not all doom and gloom
the bedroom is lit
with an 80-watt lightbulb

I could stay in bed for a bit
longer,
but
not wanting to fritter away all of the day
I rise to the challenge and break my fast.