Winter is here suddenly.
A hard wind came and
The clouds got stuck in the trees.
We are left with silhouettes.

A stampede of clouds moving fast,
Low ceiling against high.
The mist begins, damping the light.
We are left in the gloom.

Winter’s gloom,
When the sun has gone to warm the other side.
And I worry that no more summers will come.
We are left alone with the winter fields.

Gray. Gray sky. Gray air.
Now the clouds move like wraiths
Among the dark boughs,
And the air touches our faces like spider webs.