I had opened my front door to a gust of wind that whipped leaves wildly about and I knew, absolutely knew, that winter was on its way.
It was a feeling tinged with sadness, and I recalled my primary school Geography lessons about the loss of the sun to the northern hemisphere – a feeling of envy almost.
Yet the sadness was replaced by a feeling on anticipation of the warmth and coziness of winter…….
Wild – the dawning day
The fury of a new winter.
Summer sun lost to a far horizon,
Where northern skins
Now bask in yellow-gold rays
Which once kissed our own
Upturned as in worship.
left to brace against bitter blusters
Ah, but ponder hearths
And rosy cheeks against warm mugs
Between winter sheets, and
At the grey beyond.