Surreal Sorcerer

Enticing was the winter afternoon,

An alluring beloved whispering a tune.

Secret rendezvous,

Long overdue.

Camouflaged by the dim sunlight,

Prowled a wanton miscreant.

The winter evening,

Slowing creeping.

Akin a sorcerer of surreal spells,

He spread his arms to unfold a chill.

Curtain of mist,

Drops swift.

A horde materialized with menace,

Darkness, fog, frost, chill and haze.

All enveloping,

Encompassing.

Anxious to escape the onslaught,

Refuge of warm indoors I sought.

Coldness grew,

Out and within too.

Harsh, unforgiving, unrelenting,

The stoic long winter evening.

Melancholy,

Lonely.