The crisp morning air,
Grass glazed over by frost, crunching beneath your feet;
Birds chirping & whistling their daily call to feed,
All of this under glorious sunshine bearing down,
Wait!- did someone forget to send the -clocks-going-back-means-winter memo out?
I’m not complaining, y’see;
I like this look in winter,
But, I’m just wondering:
Is this unexpected illumination a reassuring embrace by a departing, old friend;
Before a maddening winter truly descends, and hits us with full throttle, in the coming months?