Cold penetrates the soul
bring chills from top to bottom
warmth is truly longed for - but
months away from ones wants
Winter is just like it sounds, cold
what else can we expect now
east more than west - but
months of unrest shall pass
Wrap a garment around tightly
confine the warmth longed for
desire gradually takes control - but
only one who commands wins
Seasons are what they are
one learns to come and go along
cry'in doesn't bring the warmth - but
the turn of a calendar page does
- Rhoda Galgiani