The Winter

Gale outside was cold,

The Sun descended gradually,

Familiarly queer was the atmosphere.

Winter on its way!

Mantelpiece tantalized the living eyes,

Stately looked the house;

Puppy on the couch lost in sweet dreams.

Hot coffee was everybody's answer.

Little did they worry;

Together did they merry.

Snuggled up in sweaters and hugged by mufflers,

If thrown a glimpse, looked as a ball of fur.

Silent music healed hearts

Oh, that's tranquil!

Palpated I, the cup of coffee

Was it cold? or Was it hot?

Ha! Ha! Ha!