When winter comes

When winter comes
it brings

that special  blue grey, 
afternoon light and

the cold, diamond sun .

All of the seasons

Spring 
with it's promise of new life

Summer 
sand in my toes and 
the cry of the seagull, chips from a paper bag.

Fall, the ending of something
yet the promise of beginnings
hiding shyly 
in the shadows.

But..
when Winter comes
she brings  
the crackle of frost underfoot

lifting out the Christmas baubles
wrapped in silent memories 
of years
long gone.

The much loved sound of Carols
on the radio ,
that particular noise of wrapping paper
being taken from a 
Christmas present.

All these,
when 
Winter comes