Thou tender encasement of woolen yarn, Thou cocooning shelter of pooled warmth! Sturdy cocoon, a harbor ‘gainst frost, your purled patterns offer refuge for flesh, previously freed to frolic in mosses and dance ‘round leafleted trees. Toes dug lightly in the warm scented earth that bred spring dandelions, nurtured the summer rose. That same dirt -- now wearied with care – by Issue fully ripened and birthed, and now full circle carried to Harvest Home with thankful praise and blessings given, while Mother Earth quilts herself in rust and grey. Her blanket shelters the slumbering Fruits, hiding them from Winter’s chill that slides past trembling Rays, ushering in stillness and somber reflection. As frost lingers and our Fair Sun hides her face, Grant me Thy armor, Thy cordial affection! Shield my extremities from Winter’s sly suggestions of seasonal despair; wrap my numbed feet in your loving embrace, and safeguard their memories of Spring, simple joys and youthful pleasures. By your grace, free them from Winter’s misery.