December 1

The cold, the cold, the sleet, the snow.
What have I done to deserve this?
Was it the bah,humbug about Christmas or
the arrogance it took to toss out my boots?
Perhaps it is my indifference to my
working friends who cannot get away.
Or, even worse, the invites I have not made
to visit the sun and my swimming pool.

So, for now my home is my haven
while winds howl and sidewalks are ice.
Let them all bundle up and freeze their tears
as they go about surviving this winter life
just as I, too, used to do.
Oh, January first, how I long for you!