God's Winter's Call
- sunshining2304
- Jan 1
- 1 min read
God's Call to Winter
A bonfire's ember sparks
bright
and then expires.
Willowy smoke
lingers on,
edged with cidered breath.
Rolling bees
on crumbled apple's
brew.
Chestnuts burst from spiny cases,
Hedgehogs curl to cosy stasis
Doors are slammed
and shutters close;
the sky turns white
from honeyed glow.
"It's time to sleep" God seems to say,
as autumn's shout
shrinks
to winter's whisper.