WINTER'S CHILL

A slight shiver,
And so we feel
The first bite
Of Winter's chill.

Grey clouds gather,
The rains come,
And the Coldness
Grips our hearts.

Wet, wintry days
Seem to have arrived
Snapping at the heels
Of a lost summer's heat.

August is barely gone
Yet already the skies
Are so swiftly transformed
And the trees stripped bare.

And Winter's chill
Brings along with it
That familiar, plaintive cry of
"Can we put the heating on?"

The morning's darkness
And the beating rain
Remind us all
That the nights are stretching.

Thick coats and woollen scarves
Long buried hats
And hidden away gloves
Are sadly resurrected.

Doors are opened
To reveal grim days
And gloomy faces head outside
Into Winter's chill.

September 19th 2013