Mean Time Poem by William Messent

The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen -
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock's go back and winter's here.
Grey skies: the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year

When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.

The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean -
This is the mean time of the year.

Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth - a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.