Harvest their small reality;
debates, world-shaking in their theme,
Shrivel to gossip over tea.
Summers less warm & skies less blue;
Great sunflowers dwarf to celandine.
And as our frames grow smaller too,
Will you still be my valentine?
Vicky Cornford
I love you in your long johns,
I love you in your socks,
But we may as well admit it:
We’re just two dear old crocks
We have travelled the world together
And the years have left their mark.
Do you think from now on, my darling
We ought to undress in the dark?
Phyllis Fountain
Both winners of Spectator Competition #1663
