• A Winter's Walk Home

    The wind is cold and wicked,
    a shivering spiked breeze.
    Pulling my coat tight, closer,
    a pain aching my knees.

    The lights of the houses are bright,
    a gorgeous golden glow.
    The bright star in front,
    is telling me the way to go.

    The holly and the ivy,
    wreathed around my door.
    A leafy green welcome,
    warming me to my core.