Winter glares at me through frosted glass,Daring me to leave the comfort of my chair.Frigid winds whoosh loudly through the eaves.Branches scrape and creak against the grey slate roofI close my eyes and rest my head,And listen to the winter wail
Flickering flames cast shadows on the hearth.Leaping in the solstice dance to taunt the windLacy flakes wing wildly round in squalls.Flirting, urging me to join them in their playI close my eyes and rest my head,And listen to the crackling logs.
On my lap, a favorite fiction waitsBy my side, an aromatic pot of teaNothing can seduce me from this placeWinter’s quiet peace will heal my weary soulI close my eyes and rest my head,And wrapped in wooly warmth, I doze.