The Four Seasons Chapter Three ~ Winter's Premature Arrival Podcast

August Bank Holiday 2009, Blackpool, Lancashire on the north west coast of England ... with Winter's premature arrival ... Part I The Part continues on Mon January 11 with a solicitor's visit to 19 Warton Street Lytham ...

Worry Not, dear Reader

We, The Four Seasons, change our guise as befits the Clime we bring you .

We are Winter Autumn Spring and Summer


We are the Season, Four


Yet, within each of us dwells a myriad Personalities

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And Worry Further Not, dear Reader,

We The Four Winds,

are the brothers of our Sisters

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. 


*

We too change our guise as befits the Clime we bring you .


We are the North, the South, the West and the East Winds.


We complement our Sisters


And, again, within each of us dwells

a myriad Personalities,

a myriad Temperaments
.

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We bow to none except

He Who commanded

that we ‘be still’


And We obeyed Him

FOUR SEASONS OF ENGLAND

BLACKPOOL AND COASTAL

TOWNS EN ROUTE

Part I

Blackpool 2009

Tonight is the first night

of winter.

It is cold in Lord Street,

the rainbow bunting hangs dank

the rainbow flags flutterless,

and in the morning

there will be a heavy dew on the cars,

the harbinger of ice and frozen locks

and welded wiper blades

from the previous night’s rain.

A hood walks ghostlike by,

Harry Potter and Hogwarts,

slouching,

bemoaning the bitter cold;

a dementor

angered by that Indian Summer

that left us with a crimson-orange

sky tonight

now an ice-cold-blue hue,

and, so,

back to sucking on fags

in the cold dark doorway,

music beating inside

Cruze Bar,

gasps of cold air;

the approaching first frost of the year

caught by the gaudy pink and blue neon

lights on the corner on the first floor;

‘no wonder the seats were vacant’,

Angie, as ever, bemoaning her lot.

But at 16 Lord Street

on the first and second floors,

the lights, though dimmed,

glow,

and defy winter’s icy breath

upon the ancient single window panes;

… the door bell chimes again …

and Mark quietly opens,

smiles, listens disarmingly

then welcomes yet another fellow

from across the way;

naively looking for a bed

he’d ended up with a lockless door

and very unwelcome trade.

A hood walks ghostlike by,

Harry Potter and Hogwarts,

slouching,

bemoaning the bitter cold;

a dementor

angered by that Indian Summer

Next Monday, January 11, 2021 - Autumn : 19 Warton Street : A Solicitor’s Visit

Mark listens, smiles disarmingly,

then welcomes yet another fellow

from across the way;

naively looking for a bed

he’d ended up with a lockless door

and very unwelcome trade.

4 January 2021
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© 2009 Ian Bradley Marshall

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