There is a major stillness in the air now

A precursor to the real winter's snows

A coldness which has finally settled in

Providing awareness of winter's sting



And the bundling up's started in earnest

As the coldness seeps into all our nests

Causing chills in our bones and in hearts

For the stillness opens doors to new starts



Ushered in on gusts of icy cold mean drafts

Which reflect sorrows and sadness of the past

Some of which have created similar chills

But none of them really were major, - still ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

11:28am Monday 1/12/98