Weary Eyes Poem by Terry Fitzgerald

THE EPOCH STRETCHES
FROM SEPTEMBER INTO DECEMBER
AS LEAVES CLEAVE TO CLOUDED WINDOWS
THE DAY BECOMES DARK AND DULL
BRIGHTNESS ELUDES WEARY EYES
AN OPAQUE VAPOR OBSCURES THE SKY
AS GREEN HILLS FADE INTO BROWNS AND GREYS
CHILLY WINDS STIR THE LEAVES
INDUCING THEM TO ACCUMULATE
AGAINST WINDWARD FENCES
THE FIRE MAY WARM THE HEART FOR AWHILE
BUT WHEN EMBERS FADE, WHERE GOES THE SMILE?
THE CHILBLAINS OF FEBRUARY APPROACH
WITH CHAPPED LIPS AND RUNNY NOSES
AS ACOLD WIND BLOWS THROUGH FROZEN HEARTS