Winter's Breath
Winter sticks its icy nose onto the window glass
causing dust motes to rise and fly as they pass
You can almost see them shiver as they shy away,
not wanting to go outside into the frigid air to play
Blinds are closed at 4:00 o'clock and tea is on to steep
Supper is early and by 8:00 o'clock all are asleep
Cats snuggle close in bed, seeking warmth where they can
Covers are raised high under chins of every child and man
Breath draws its portraits in the chilly air with puffy whirls
breath from nostrils exposed, rises ceiling-ward in curls
When morning comes, will build a cheerful fire in the stove
as we gather close around, not daring far to from it to rove
Ice skates hang up pegs by the ice-rimed back door,
scarves, gloves, mufflers, in piles taken from the store
No one thinks to complain about the weather outside
They just await an hour when there will a joyful sleigh ride
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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