TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 43

There is a real chill to the air and Advent is on its way. We are almost at December and are waiting for snow.

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“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” Edith Sitwell

Here I Stand

In your presence I stand,

Errect and proud,

Somewhat disconcerted,

By your apparent disregard.

Broaching the subject,

Is not easy or natural,

So I decline the attempt,

So tall and icy you are.

At a crossroad,

My fate is being decided,

By decree or degree,

I do not know.

For my fate is in your hands,

Though your stare is austere,

And your gait is proud,

For love is unkind till fulfilled.

“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.” Gustave Flaubert