To be a witness to nature,
Changing… exchanging…..
It drapes to dry…..weaning away the sun…..
Guilty now, of course, it was extreme…..

Two days perhaps the entire English summer..
Two days to turn leaves from green to brown..
Two days to rise to the level ….the sky its limit,
To laden each cloud so pregnant now….awaiting a water break…..

And the winds of change…..
From moist, meagerly and humid to a whining banshee……..
Whistling, waving, wuthering a weather,
Tugging at each brown leaf,

Withering it away from its life….on the tree…
To the dust below…..
From dust ….to dust then……

(The skin on the back of my hand feels,

Shrivelled …..lost suppleness and flexibility…
And as I reach for the pot of Vaseline,
I try to clear the grit at the back of my throat,
‘Tis not from the custard apple nor the skin of a roasted peanut;

Nippy,ain’t it???? could be the wintriest winterrrrrr

Brrrrrr!!!!! ITS  THE COLD!!!!!!!!)

– Nelly