Cold Winter Nights Still Have Their Delights
Can it be; can it be true
That this very place will be my tomb
This, my warm writing room
Outside it’s so cold
Somehow the howl of the wind
Beckons my soul
I can see from my window
The shimmering curtains
Of deep winter lights
Off in the sky, that deep northern sky
I keep wondering why
It must blow so chill and so harsh
The snow, the snow, the shimmering snow
In the streetlight’s glow
Doesn’t it know
I will never go
From this place, the only place that I know
The snow, the snow being driven by wind
Finds me sealed inside
My furnace guarding me; keeping me warm
Free from all harm
But still there beckons a charm
That northern clime charm
Inside my chest beats a heart
That was made for this place from the start
That longs to make snow angels
Snowballs to throw
Ice castles to show
Get a toboggan or an inner tube
Get to a powdered-up hill and cruise and cruise
Inside my chest beats a heart
That was made for this place from the start
That needs to head to a mountain
See those grandiose sights and purely natural sounds
Those peaks that seem to not know any bounds
To take up my skiis and my hopes
To blast down their slopes
Run myself ragged and cold
Then hide away in some small bustling chalet
With all of my friends who come out on these days
Sip on some chocolate laced with a marshmallow floating
Look at the athletic young women and their young boyfriends gloating
Some say that this season makes all of us sad
Some say that down south there is more adventure to be had
Oceans to swim in and beaches to inspire
But I can’t leave this place, this place of which I never will tire
Or the warm wood-fired glow of gathering in front of the fire
Too much adventure, too much to be had
Too much to sit in the dark
Of my tomb
In my writing room
Writing more poems
Of things I wish I could do
Leif Gregersen
November 28, 2014
www.edmontonwriter.com
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