A Winter of Content

Summer's remembrance

Of exuberance outgoing

Of times at play,

And doing, and making,

And laughing, and out there,

Being seen.

But our heritage is hidden

So in true summer fashion

Mayflies in action

We flit and buzz.

Incessant fanatics

Who've lost even seeking,

In copying their antics

The livery of gold

Rustles in green

Heralds coming dark.

Calling-in the day

And preparing the way

Of surrendered exuberance

Prepared to stand bare

In the silence of Winter to come

Let the leaves fall

And let the mist settle

On ponds become placid

Abandon the market

Search out our roots

And make our way home.

There to sit

In the glowing silence

Of our true home's fires