Winter is upon us
by Annie Jenkin

Saying farewell to the familiar
as sunlight's golden veil
barely skims the horizon
and nature appears to leave us,
to a wind that howls
through barren trees
as leaves are mashed then merge
in gutters of muddy paths.
Speeding cars rush
to beat the shorter day
not caring about the pedestrian
they shower on the way.

Yet, let us pause a while
and wait for nature's magic
as she sleeps beneath
her glistening frosted blanket:
Sharp scents of pine,
hypnotic clouds of starlings
or the bunting and finches
sweeping fields for scarce seed.
Holly and mistletoe berries
then clusters of snowdrops arrive
heralding nature's rebirth
foretelling spring soon will follow.

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