December Wind

If you are in need of a respite from all the holiday cheer, step this way...

December Wind

A cold December wind is blowing

I hear it as it moans

Another year’s harsh death is coming

I feel it in my bones

I step out from the overhang

Into the early dark

The wind has buried the bells that rang

The preacher’s last remark

The bite tonight comes quick and hard

A chill sent to the source

It seeks to sink its icy shard

And take my spark by force

The steadfast homes are in a line

Doors closed against the storm

Buttered light from gauzed windows shine

Inside they must be warm

I pull my coat around me tight

And pull my collar closed

But it helps no more on this dark night

Than poetry or prose

The street ends now - beyond is blind -

From here I must descend

And leave the ones I love behind

And with the wind contend