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.