back at work

not too soon the warnings of fresh cold
the winter comes upon us in a rush
yet here we still have one moment of hush
while the low sky seems grey and old
the sheep have not come back into the fold
outside the grass no longer green and lush
the heavy air my oppressed sense will crush
and nothing seems to flourish but the mould
still beyond pain the news is not all bad
changes begin and who knows where they'll lead
not long before the days again are bright
the weight of duty does not make me sad
instead i seek the pleasure in the deed
there is much time before the return of night