Claire V. Bogdanos

Here  I am bundled  up to the chin

While  the north wind  struggles to slip in

The  air is so cold,  it feels  like ice

Thank  God my boots  are so warm and nice.

I’m  not too fond  of old winter’s  chill

And  admit  it brings me  little thrill

I  pray we’ll  make it  straight  through to  spring

When  the world  around begins  to sing

And  all of life  does  rebirth anew

With  both  heart and soul  and  voices too

Let  us take  our  joy  where e’er  we may

And  live to  complain  another day !