Candied Dreams

We peek from ‘neath a January frost Through windows tightly shut against its chill Count a mitten and a hat among the lost And carry on by simple force of will The glint of light grows longer every day As shadows strut their stuff in windblown play Tinging the edge of snow a dingy gray As silently a terror comes our way A cold heart bidding us to candied dreams To kisses blown across a frigid floor For love is never really what it seems When February knocks upon your door And so I bid you even though you’re smitten Keep your heart in that one remaining mitten John G. Lawless ©1/31/2023