Darkness approaches early.
Grey blanket envelops the garden.
It doesn't bother the tits
that flash between the feeders;
not a nothing day to them.
Bulbs push through mulch.
Moisture makes lawn glisten,
illuminates the moss.
Magpie mops up spilt mealie worms.
Recovering fir tree's needles
gleam on the patio,
make light of the afternoon gloom.
Beneath this shroud, life is coming.