[MikeM]

With apologies to our resident poetess ....



A lone white star appears.



It sparkles in the growing blackness.

The cold creeps into your bones and skin.

You want to escape the ache and chill,

but are frozen by their slow movements.

Then vision goes; starlight guides you home

to a deep armed chair and brandy,

wishing for long warm summer evenings

and more hours of quiet communion.