Winter’s Solace

A bitter wind casts woe to wary,
Its icy breath—a little scary.
The asphalt licked by winter’s slick,
Yet snow-white’s kiss has yet to stick.
A city barren, no cheer to hear,
No calls of crowds, an evening clear.
This Friday bids the week adieu,
An evening held for peace long due.

Why bare the heart to winter's sting,
When fire's glow can solace bring?
The steamy tune of a kettle in bloom,
With books half-read to chase the gloom.
Let the strong go out to battle;
I’ll wait awhile so my bones don’t rattle.
This week has given—I’ll rest tonight,
Beneath my blanket with candlelight.