Autumn takes its gentle grip
Upon a meandering year
The tilted earth
Cooler, darker, harsher
In the northern lands
Winter is coming
Like night follows day
Or being another day older
Inevitable, certain, truth
In my northern life
Spring will always fight
To reach us once again
Its there a way off yet
Sparkling, joyous, zing
In this northern year
Summer my wonderful season
Gone now for so long
I yearn for your return
Light, heat, contentment
Just nine northern months
