And They Beat the Cold

Shivers canopy the foggy dreams, smoke arises far from pines where a stranded tourist light up blaze in shaky craze flakes fall in humility soft, descending from heavenly loft padding the earth with peace foam, crushed and dashed under feet the white is grey and yellow and no longer mellow but hard in anger it falls in hail and sleet! Cracked and lazy are limbs, they wish to stay where they are blood frozen not helping by far, lips chopped and skin out lover gives an aloud shout, they meet and warm embrace and stay,heat criss crossing and that way they stay for long,gas running the fires,warming inside they watch through a hazy glass,the tall and up church spire. Not wanting to venture forth they close the doors,stay in arms pretty warm,a coffee along,with rum dash on song;they soak the heat made by them for them,pretty and bold,and they beat the cold.