: About Me

A Snowy Winter Dawn. An unwilling early morning rise, 7am or thereabouts And I cannot hear annoying birds. So I step into the garden, and think That my clock is playing tricks on me, For morning isn't yet here. The world is still asleep, snoring gently, And darkness keeps a white-knuckle Grip upon the sky. It seems that Old Man Winter has crept up Unnoticed as our backs were turned Gazing at the fading sun. I think of the darkness that will drive People indoors at 5pm, drawing Curtains closed and eating stews and soups, And I can't wait for the first snowflake to fall, Melting on some chil...