To Be Cold Or Not To Be Cold

That is the question We sit and contemplate the cold outside Plan is to walk, out there, outside, and there is it a cold day indeed So here we sit, inside, warm, comfortable, protected And we make going out noises, try to affirm our want to go Yet not making much effort, each passing moment maybe a further determination Faces looking skeptical, observing trees waving in a wind we know is colder than in our cosy house She sees others out there and compares their resolve with our lack We know that we shall, must, will, be brave A pile of extra clothes put on, trying to transfer our warm protection to out there Yet be cold we must, no option but to sally forth Such a difficult thing to do, is this making of decision We shall after all go out and embrace to cold, wild, winter and put it off no longer. Jan 2022