The Winter Song

Lallygagging around the windows
Christmas season sees the lights glow
And we’re all captured by
That lovely train whistling sound.

Snow does not fall around here,
But there’s still hope for layered frost.
I’d love to see my family
But New Years plans are often dropped.

Kisses, cuddles, then alone
And wishing strongly you were home,
Sitting sobbing surrounded by
The people who have made you cry.

Nothing’s better than the breeze
By the river, near the trees.
Easy rhymes and slow debauching,
We laugh at stumbles without judging.

And then it’s time to read again,
Close your eyes, but don’t pretend
That we matter: because we don’t.
It’s just that winter kind of quiet hope.