One wet autumn night.

The sticky tapping chitter chatting
raindrops splatting on the glass

The leaves beyond Wisteria frond
and shallow pond  upon the path 

The black night framed within the window
sucking light without the room

The soul inside determined bide
refuse to ride into the gloom.

The warm moist air beyond the stair
calls body down to guard the fire

The cracking log upon the dog
glowing, fills heart with desire

Would winter come and winter go
and leave my weary soul forlorn?

I know not, care not even dare not
be aware, not 'til the dawn.