By Benjamin Parker
The promise of warmth was short-lived.
Wanderers in shorts and summer dresses
huddling for warmth under doorways.
As sleet falls, gliding on weathered screens,
I look beyond pixels to the clouds.
The beauty lost in snapshots of memories,
moments lived through a lens.
For I would squander the history posed,
the glimpse of an altered reflection
Just to remember this sight as my own.
The fleeting seconds in the cold
that will always belong to me.
Benjamin Parker is a poet based in North Wales, with work published in journals such as Blue Unicorn, The Purposeful Mayonnaise, and Nawr Mag, and was recently nominated for Oatleaf Poetry’s Pushcart Prize. Benjamin’s debut poetry chapbook, Perishing Thoughts, was published in December 2025.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 