Winter Comes on a Southern Flight

Yesterday’s sky, a southbound highway;

Thistle fairies and geese in flight,

Suddenly returned them home again,

Arriving safely before last light.

The omen of changing seasons,

This eerie, yet beautiful sight…

Splits the island in two auras,

Half is day, the other night.

The wind, a Mexican import,

Follows the coastline, gathering might

Thistle seeds, the geese and I lay low

As winter repeats its annual rite.