Winter Winds
Snow drifts in wafting wavelets across the parking lot
as the chill wind etches the drifts with a sculptor’s touch
and winter dallies and whispers chill wishes in our ears
Oh if global warming were real and could assuage our fears
and insure us the kiss of spring and radiant days as such
I’d even be persuaded to finally throw off the covers of my cot.
Winter Winds
They sure do convince folks to stay in if possible.