Go to the edge of the world.
Look out over the sprawling vista of the gun-grey Atlantic,
Heaving in anticipation of the next storm.
The icy wind, travelling in from infinite wilds beyond
Carry the chill of a coming winter.
But there is nothing to fear.
For the heart is warmed by the thought of a hearth
Brimming with sunset red coals
Added to by the warm embrace of family and friends.