A misty morn does greet my eyes
The snow capped rooftops seem surprised
White carpet covers everywhere
The streets appear all stark and bare
This bleak facade that I now see
Lies still in ice cold harmony.
A likely thought that comes to mind
As winter winds have grown unkind
It’s time to host a fireside chat
‘Bout pleasant themes or this and that
There cuddled up in some huge chair
With warm and happy thoughts to share !
Claire V. Bogdanos 