It's chill and crisp so people groan
They mutter to themselves alone
“The bus is late, I must get home!”
Why does cold weather make them moan?
There's a certain beauty in this freeze
A majesty in frozen trees
A sharpness keeps us on our toes
We grit our teeth and blow our nose.
Life continues - more or less
We shiver under layers of dress
I learn new ways my scarf to tie
Slithers of brightness pass me by.
It's the darkness that we hate the most
I stay home as warm as toast
But many go out as they must
Commute to work and earn their crust!
One bright spot looms – for those who share
Warm special feelings and who care
In the midst of all this bitter cold
Valentine brings thoughts of gold!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015