**This poem is in ‘minute’ form devised by the*
*American poet Verna Lee Hinegardner**
One summer day on Milford Beach
our fingers reach
to share our love
‘neath sun above.
My heart grows warmer as you smile,
your eyes beguile
and let me know
that ease will grow
between us here in this fond place.
It is the case
as we grow old,
love’s truths unfold.
Season of mists and squashed crab apples,
Shortened days and threatened cold,
Harvest time in ancient chapels.
Fallen leaves with shades of red,
Trees soon bare against the sky,
Early frost may spring instead.
Berries bloom and bring some brightness
To the hedges and the gardens,
Gladden hearts with such awareness
Of the time of fruitful labour,
Wrought by those whose task is this:
Bring in the bounty of the grower.
Fires to light, more warmth is needed,
Clothes are thicker ‘gainst the frost,
Winter’s coming, be not misled.
Thanks for summer, now delight in
Autumn’s fancies and the firelight
Now among us for the season.
The clocks go back tonight
And bring finality to summer’s long days.
What shall I do in the winter darkness
But paint and read and enjoy my home
And my friends of many years.
Those from heat-bound places
Say they envy us our seasons
Of switching cold and warmth
For it is true variety.
Tomorrow’s morn will be lighter
But oh the evening’s darker still;
Curtains drawn at four thirty
And the lights turned on.
Shall I desire next summer’s fast approach?
No, for that would be an end of half my life.
To find enjoyment in the coldness of winter
Will be my aim and source of content.