Winter Waits
The breeze blows icy arrows, piercing flesh
The pale sun's rays enfeeble yearning hearts
Commuters scurry, hats in scarves enmeshed
Monday morning, December's forlorn start...
Returning home, the winds do scream and howl
At downtown throngs that empty out at five
But first a drink to wipe away the scowl
That makes a face look deader than alive...
Back home again with family so warm
All sitting by the fire, in cuddling arms
Protected from the reach of winter's storm
Soon dreaming dreams, not fearing any harm
Though outside Winter waits with open arms
To hug brave fools who tempt December's charms
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