Drifts of autumn leaves rattle

Like cantankerous old men

Clacking their dentures together

Reminder that yet one more year

Has passed the marker

In the lives of shadow men

Skulking past the seasons

In the guise of the living

Donning everyday wear

And the skin-flint grins

Of those who care

'Tis the season to be jolly

Deck the halls with holly

And to be aware...