Winter Baby, Blues

Winter Baby, Blues Oh baby you left your boots in Asheville where you didn’t even get to hike the Blue Ridges before the new year turned over hittin the drafty door just Iike all the resolutions that come the same every January for the frigid air that has to last two weeks straight or the fleas won’t die off so let the wind’s chilling throes of cold tear your eyes winking at sparkling on all the icicles hanging from the house with some becoming quite massive as each noon’s sun allowed a thawed drop or two to roll down though never drop to the earth just as the angels keep our dreams from being crushed under the mounds of drifting snow so don’t groan baby because you left your puffer coat at the airport when you ran to get on the plane where your mittens now remain under your seat waiting to warm another’s fingers so then let me wrap your scarf all around you with our plans for hot cocoa and quilts to stop sweet baby winter’s blues