Good night everyone.
Monotone grey landscape of a old frozen lake,
spotted with the firefly lanterns in the night
ice fishermen braving the single digit chill
hoping for a big one to make it worthwhile
as the night winds swirl snow in windrows
and whisper of other nights and a waiting fire
So cold you hear the crusty crunch under the tire
and you shiver in spite of the heater as the wind blows
and you dodge another wind swept snow pile
and think of those without a home in cold that can kill
and you whisper a prayer that each makes it alright
if only for your own guilt and for your own sake