Walking towards winter

 We are walking towards winter 

We are walking towards winter

Press ganged in a line

No looking backwards 

Of course we’ll be fine. 

Marching in ranks

Far into November 

As the days turn shorter

And the nights turn colder. 

It’s a necessary path

That leads us to Christmas

And beyond to New Year

That delivers new hope. 

The trees in Killiney are losing

Their leaves and their colors

Now the sun breaks through

As a winter sky shows blue. 

It reminds us that heaven  

Is there in all seasons 

Above our sweet heads, albeit unseen

Never too far, from me or from you.