warmth we provide

tonight we are promised bitter cold
but now it's warm as if already spring
winter's story is one often told
but autumn's is quite another thing
it isn't mists or fruit or changing hues
but that it marks a slow and soft decline
all those things that never make the news
but moderated by the fresh new wine
the purpose of this life is what we make
but gods and angels substitute as lies
the only road worth taking is what we take
but signposts now seem commoner than flies
what we know now once could make no sense
youth's energetic true but also very dense