See you in Winter when night draws in.
Not for me the high sun and its lulling heat
Turning life sluggish and hazy. Lazy.
I prefer the sharp , the cutting fresh of a morning frost.
The soft duvet of a million snowflakes.
Not for me the whirring of a thousand lawnmowers
The outdoor screams of a water fight.
I prefer the indoor light.
The mellow yellow of a hundred candles
The flicker of fire against dark walls.
You won’t find me crisping up and turning brown
I prefer porcelain, smooth and cool
No lounging by the pool.
I’ll be tucked up tight in a nook
Travelling by book.
The endless day brings me little calm
More time to fill. More time to kill.
I am night owl, wolf on the prowl.
I am much less out of kilter