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?