the haunting spectre

emerging late into november light
i shed my coat and joy in the warm day
though clouds hang it is still bright
and to my place of work i take my way
we take the changing seasons of the year
as fixed points as we round the sun
but really it's a matter of our care
and how the winds and breezes run
ahead of rain we feel the steady warm
air coming out of far tropic seas
the clouds above take on fantastic form
we walk outside feeling the mild breeze
too soon the wheel will turn it will be cold
too soon my bones will tell of getting old