Crossing the Cut

It seems fairly minor, since
You’re used to the progression.
It’s just season to season,

And the worst that could happen
Is that it wouldn’t happen.
Ten weeks into autumn and

Winter is coming again,
A change just common sense,
Except it isn’t. Ten weeks

Since, you left another world
With lengthy sunshine, long swims,
Green shadows. Now a dark rain

Turns snow against your windows.
Latin for edge was limbo.