When the chill gets to your bones,
A wave of grumbling, sighs and moans
Filters through the frosty air
Our ‘get-up-and-go’s not there!
The radiator's feeble heat
Is depressing – we’ve cold feet
In real life and metaphor,
Woollen mittens to the fore!
The misty, grey December skies
Do not encourage us to rise
Like bears, we yearn to hibernate
The wind chill factor’s hard to take!
But rise we must, there’s work to do;
Commuters – how I pity you
Wrapped up warm, out in the dark
Jingling keys - where did I park?
The wood behind my house is still
I hear no owl or bird cry shrill
Though owners with their dogs stroll past
Intent upon their daily task!
A cup of coffee fuels my day;
I see no sun – it hides away
But needs must - I don coat and scarf
Defy the cold and wryly laugh!
(c) Poet in the woods 2022
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