Darkening Days
I look forward
There is a dark season on the horizon
Light mood, light humor, light slipping
Slowly below that line of land, looming
Barely noticeable except by feel alone
Shadows unseen while looking towards the sun
Were always there, but now begin a slow reach
Clothing will soon change from easy sheath
To layered shrouds of mourning, for cover
Of skin thinned raw from exposure
Awakening in me a guttural wantonness
Growing from a gritty grounded place
I will soon seek out meaty music
With heavy words and thicker chords
That carry earthy reverb, building
They will wreak a heady havoc
Turning the breezy haze of easy tune
Into dark and heavy magic
I grin crooked, with a welcome chill
— April Resnick
Dark Sunset, creator unknown
sometimesihatemycat 
Splendid lyric and phraseology (‘easy sheath to layered shroud’) in this seasonal piece. Nice work.
I like that line as well, some lines come more easily (and more well crafted) than others. Thank you.