The golden leaves of winter
Sunlight in my face
The slowing down of the cars outside
Winter drops the pace
It’s wet it’s muddy it’s frosty
A new year not too long
It’s good it isn’t snowing
And I know where I belong
At Folly’s farm my eternal home
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.