There's a slight chill in the air
reaching under my clothes
touching on everywhere
I'm
already missing the warm kiss
of Summer
and it's not yet October.

It feels like December
and I remember
when the cold didn't bother
me
back in the Christmas of
sixty three
when being seven was heaven
under the glittering tree
and mum served us turkey
and trifle for tea.

It must be
that age thins our skin
and
allows the chills to creep in.