Evenings By the Fire
Long days of short shadows are put away
To be dusted down another day
Slanting sunbeams shine on sylvan slopes
And a hundred heavenly hues hold our hopes
May winter’s wicked watch wait a while
Forbid frost’s frozen fingers from affecting our smile
Let the leaves land, dry and deep, without wind’s hand
So I can run and kick and fall in that leafy land
Logs await cool evenings by the hearth
Chrysanthemums in bloom adorn the path
I will immunize myself in January’s icy grip
With cosy evening meals and wine to sip
But I do not wish this season pass too swift---
For time is nature’s most precious gift.
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
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