Winter’s chill bids us forward
Hood drawn closely
to thwart wind’s cold fingers
Ever ahead, we lean and hurry
Yet mindful of what has passed behind

Crunch of icy frost underfoot
Dormant grass muddy and withered
Brown leaves remnants of Autumn past
Yet still, the warmth of sun’s rays upon one’s skin

So too we meet each moment
Pausing to remember and muse
Hope for todays and tomorrows to come
Of time and change … ‘midst winter’s chill

Charlotte-Anne Allen