In Winter is a 2004 poem by Michael Ryan. You can read it here. It begins
Have it read to you here:At four o’clock it’s dark.
Today, looking out through dusk
I don't like poetry except for novelty rhymes like limericks and Little Willy verses, and I've decided that this year I'll try to read a bit of poetry and see if I can develop a taste for it. We'll see. It's just never been something I enjoyed.