The Cozy Days

 

When Autumn's last faint crickets

Pass fleetingly away,

When frost is burned upon the urn

A new and crisp cold day.

When big plump cheeks are rosy

And cold weather is askew,

The winter chills upon the wills

Of folks like me and you.

It is the time of cozy weather

Of winter day by day,

When cloak, and quilt, and shawl,

and hearth

Help on to get away.

The winds at frosted windows

Replay their symphony,

hill the edge of sill and ledge

Except where fire be.

We'll hide behind the walls of home

Enjoined in winter's thing,

Counting all of the cozy days

That take us back to spring.

 

~ James Joseph Huesgen