When the summer ends
And days get shorter
The cold air begins to creep in.
Harvest time is in full flow. ‘
Its time to reflect on the past
As we reap what has been sown.
A word misplaced, not understood
An act of frustration
Intentions not realised
Resulting in contrition
As blame and counter blame
Give birth to resolution
We can but hope
The cooler air
Leads not to retribution
The winter coat is now unpacked
And readied for the solstice.
A passing of the old is due
Before we concentrate on the new
With festivities to celebrate
The first noel to come
Hope can resurrect itself
To light the current gloom
And as we look ahead to spring
A new start and beginning
The snowdrops come around again
To pacify our yearning.
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