Winter Chill

A ride down dark December streets, All white and thick with snowy drifts, And for a passing moment all the world Is still beneath deep Winter’s icy shroud And in the calm where my soul finds repose, I feel a mix of longing and of dread, Half-wishing to be covered and forgot, And fade away below the frigid sky I hear her whisper darkly in the night, Inviting me to lie forever there, Upon her frozen bed embalmed in white, So softly wrapped in cold and icy sheets But soon I see her voice is just the wind, And her caress is but the falling snow, As I begin to head for heat and home, And shiver on the way to warm my bones.