You may be the one that darkness calls friend
The bringer of gloom, who draws curtains on the room
But to me, you are both beginning and end
You close the door on Autumn’s warm glow
Make coats button up tight, as you turn down the lights
And freeze dew drops wherever you stroll
They say you give us so few reasons to cheer
Put no food on the table, work and schools you disable
Your cold scent of death many do fear
But what of cobwebs frozen in a twinkling haze?
Of Holly bright red, snowdrops waking in their beds
And dazzling migrants flying here to stay?
As we walk, we hear snow crumple underfoot
Like cotton wool it crunches, as we head for pub lunches
Where flickering fires powder hearths with black soot
See children catching flakes on their tongues
On hillsides they slide, having made makeshift rides
As big kids play games with radio songs
And surely you are the harbinger of Spring?
All her secrets you keep, tucked up safely in the deep
The cold in her nostrils is the alarm clock you ring.
As a season you are the one most maligned
You make some fly away, praying for summer days
But every season has a reason and a rhyme