Winter Calls

Winter calls a clear horizon
As the sea calls to the port
As the sky calls to the desert
Like the love calls to the heart.

This little verse is sung in rounds and has brought joy since a short brush with community singing 10 years or so hence.
Today MrP and I spent the afternoon at the reservoir (with our reservoir dog) all bitterness and acrimony put aside from yesterday. Winter'd left her calling card.
I'll add some more autumny ones to my blipfolio if this chilly number is a bit previous!
Update: Undone by Blipfolio. I can't see the pics. I'll have another try tomorrow :-(