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