Winter's High Noon Tease

Winter’s High Noon Tease

Shinning in regal glory,

the heat of the sun was cooled

by misty winds sneaking through

and passing around outstretched arms

of naked winter trees; their leaves are gone

to who knows where.

Stunned, we stood there;

goose-bumped and shivering.

The trees also stood there—stone faces

of leafless wooden skeletons—

mocking a juxtaposed purgatorial

moment in nature.

Cold, confused—conquered,

we wrapped the remaining warmth

of our chilled chided challenge

in woven scarves of defeat;

and with great urgency, we scurried inside:

seeking our comforting homemade heat.