Dear little heater, won't you be my
True friend...
Please keep me from freezing until the
Night's end!
For Maki's winds are The Wolf
Who might blow this house down,
As I scour the closet for a warm
Sleeping gown.
A blustery November ushers in this new trend
Of icicles forming on noses' end.
For moments repose I squint my eyes
Wishing...
"It's best for this new cold to leave, yes!" that's what
I was thinking.
Old Jack Frost has headed east and brought with
Him tidings. No, not of 'joy' but of coughing and of
Sniffling.
"You've stayed long enough," though winter's months
Are still pending. They're lingering, hovering,
Cavorting, and planning...
So beneath this blanket I sit, against a chill
I can hardly fight.
Please little heater, won't you keep me warm
Through the Night?
Keep surfing (but wear a winter wetsuit)
Brendan
