a slanted morning sun
   warming my back
makes my huge shadow
walk so far ahead of me

trying to catch up with it
I feel small

In the dead and blowing leaves
The rain and wind aplenty
Autumn brings the long coat sleeves
And leaves the branches empty

The days are shorter. Dull and grey
The clouds all gather
Bringing rain
The ties to summer severed

I washed my face with a stick of ice that I snapped off from the tap,
not saying that it's cold, oh no! not anything like that,

they tell me squirrels hide their nuts
I must be one of those,
my breath comes out all misted
can't see beyond my nose.

I might have to wear my thermals,
a balaclava and a scarf,
it ain't 'alf bleeding cold out there,
the lark doesn't seem to care.