White skies over the harbour
A chill in the morning air
A coat from the back of the wardrobe
Hands rubbing as I cross the stair
Traceable ghosts of the air I breathe
My pointed ears hold sway
To the cheap catcalls of winter
From the edge of a summer long day
Ripples on the bay get purchase
Pimples on my skin play host
This is not real
Tis a warning
There's a long cold longing in the post
Whorls of an Arctic Tundra
Just winked at our lonely isle
Woden blights under Northern Lights
He paid us a visit erstwhile
It's only early September
The petition for Autumn just filed
These cheap catcalls of winter
Are the cries of a premature child
I can hardly wait!
It's my favourite state
If only it were all year long
When the cheap catcalls of winter
Burst out into deafening song
