Harsh winds blow out of the North.
Stinging rain, blinds eyes.
Coldness seeps into bone.
Darkness falls, killing day.
Ravens leap skyward from slumbering trees.
In the dying light, a scarecrow rustles in an empty field.
Cold, colder, coldest is the chilling Autumn night.
At a dark window sits an old man --alone, bereft or reason.
Bowed by age and life. Wondering why.
