So winter fights autumn in a race
It hits the country slap in the face
Knows not why it has come out early
But damned if it’ll sleep so surely
Winter will grab its Icy fingers fast
Around your hands it will clasp
His grip will be strong and tight
He’ll show you all his might
Autumn though won’t give up this brawl
For it’s her season this windy fall
She’ll give as good as she gets
Her wrath will she show winter yet
The seasons are confused as they do battle
Inside our homes our teeth they rattle
One day it’s warm, the next it’s cold
This fight of the seasons, a story of old
But winter’s embrace will have his day
He’ll shorten autumn’s life this year, he say’s
She was out early this year
For her he will not shed a tear
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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