The season of shimmering bliss when
Earth rusks die down and the
Skies weep their burden and the
Roads sing with winds that break
The torments of the dark into tatters
Of thunder that lighten the lid
Of winter marching on towards the
Final days of the year, where intentions
Meet reality and greet and light
The darkness for a short strip of
Life, the grey large silence, wider
Than the horizon, at the rise of new year
Being Every Day 