Drawing in....

 

Gradually, imperceptibly the nights draw in

they encroach with the chill of winter to foretell

As a blanket they cover a dormant landscape

there is no retreat, no turning back, the die is cast

the rubicon is crossed

Until the Feast of Epiphany we sink into a darkened world

only beyond is the light of a resurrected dawn

A time to slumber, dream, to drink mulled wine

wrapped in heavy attire from head to toe

Scarves with gloves do make their debut

as summer´s wear retreats into closets of despair

A long night as a tunnel buried beneath the earth

we journey with trepidation clasping onto hope

Will we live to see Spring´s dawn?

the warmth of another summer´s morn

Whatever be in store they will reappear

as pre ordained by he who fixed these seasons

But now we submit to the shadows of gloom

occasionally between the clouds do we see the moon