Winters Friend

The earthy smell that's underfoot,
The night that draws in cold.
The spiders that seek refuge here,
And sit on carpet bold.

The berries ripened in the hedgerow,
For birds and child alike.
The smell of beef stew cooking,
The dumplings for which we fight.

The morning chill that make are toes curl up
The sharp, cold cutting wind.
The warm fire crackling in the hearth
Scene set for passions whim

The leaves, the wonderous leaves
Of these we can't ignore.
The colours only seen this time
That make us stare in awe

We watch and wait in Autumn
To lead us gracefully to year end
To underline the summer and proclaim winter as a friend