No More Poem by Paul Reed

"It feels as if the whole world is hunkering down and drawing into itself ready for winter. The only answer is to embrace this, light the fires, read, plan for next spring and try and take the dogs for a walk every day whatever the weather! " - Monty Don.

The light grows low inside of us
As we draw in our souls
To feed off the dark,
Long blown over
The footsteps in the sand
The carefree walk in the park;

Sombre the twilight that envelopes
The fading down of those transient joys
That kept us alive before,
Now we only gather by the fire
To talk and read our books
Our warm hearts beat no more.