In the evening silence,

The snow fall screams:

Stay inside.


The snow says:

You could be lost,

And then, Lost,


For God’s sake,

For my sake, stay home.


And yet –

How tempting to struggle

To your door.


And yet –

It would not be kind,

To ignore your advice –


To pay you

An extravagant attention,

And ignore what you ask –



Rude indeed!

By which means

I find romance risible,

At times disturbing –


As in looking down the street

At night on a snowfall,

And wondering

Who out there is wandering lost,


Frozen, and then



Then for your sake

And for mine, I will stay home.

But if your life is at stake,

Winter gloves are on,

And all bets are off.

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