Winter drawn in, now enveloping days;
Suppertime done, and attention astray.
Chatty memories, noisy Blind Date plays,
Novembers long, and Christmas weeks away.

Cars wet and slow go forth to town and bar,
No light coming from the darkening stairs,
Watching raindrops obscure the evening star,
Down the long hall, with siblings unaware.

The tube TV glow, In this halcyon,
The back sitting room, against the arm chair,
On green baize, we now watch the champions;
With Silver Mints, we are as millionaires.

Right here; with quiet man, this quiet place,
Silent but gathered; a moments embrace.