Claire V. Bogdanos

The storms of life ride on the winds and round again

While noses pressed upon the frosted window pane

As closely as one can should sight the lights below

Of cars that creep and crawl and skid in midnight snow.

The safety and the eloquence of night time charm

Encouraged to protect us from intrinsic harm

Far wiser to outwait the storm and greet its end

Than try to force a circumstance and not unbend !