Cassiopeia, again

Cassiopeia
in the northern sky
end of September
time passes by,
Like a freight train
slow, noisy and steady
winter is coming
are we ready?

Is the wood stacked high
are the projects completed
in front of the TV
are we now seated,
Or waxing our skis
sharpening our edges
contemplating life
from the edges of ledges,

My morning coffee
I drink with delight
having survived
another night,
The northern stars
fad as I ponder
the rising sun
the daily wonder ..