I hate this time of year
Sky all bleak and black
Gruel grey at best

Cold, decay, demise
Sadness in the eyes
For fuel’s price rise

Gets under skin
Right into the bones
Heavyweight boxer with ice-cold blows

I could go to bed
Never ascend again
Hibernate to all days’ end

People who like autumn and winter
Aren’t just the epitome of odd
But also so much weirder

Grey Matter:

• Winter is Coming
• Autumn and Winter (you are here)
• I Lie
• Knocking Next Door

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N. P. Ryan

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