It was late,
dark and calm
as I stood on the deck last night.
I was sure the pine trees
were whispering your name to me.
Turns out it was Old Man Winter,
not so subtly,
bringing the howling north winds
into what was a lovely, mild January.
Reality has arrived.
The thermometer reads 13 above
but the winds make it feel like
And it's not the coldest day of the week.
I will not be help captive.
Errands need to be run.
for a nice warm cup of tea.
Will you join me?