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 –
Romantic!
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
Frozen.
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.