A strange car, an odd email
came today and I felt fear.
What’s the weather pattern? Who’s the threat?
Feeling is it the time of year

when darkness falls so early now
and lifts so late, I cannot see
out to the grass and trees and nettles?
Surely life will let me be.

I’m sheltered now, or am I trapped
in shards of wood and stone and steel?
The faint metallic chink of locks
protected now is how I feel?

When wood smokes hard and lights are dim
when hunkered down and hunkered in,
I feel the threat of future fears
that chase me down the fading years.

So play a tune to help me see
a better way to feel secure.
To bring a warmth now to my home
and welcome stranger to my door.