The Chill of Winter
Autumn’s but a memory as of late;
an early morning shiver fills the air;
the late summer blooms have all met their fate,
and birds have headed south to weather fair.
The country side is colored umber brown;
the shortened days ever dreary and bleak.
The winter cold driving my spirits down,
and my body for warm shelter does seek.
Snow is falling like feathers from the sky;
covering earth with a blanket of white.
Late afternoon giving up with a sigh,
and I am dreading this cold winter’s night.
Dreich times lead to my spirits abjection,
and leaves longing for life’s resurrection.
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017
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