WINTER'S AFTERMATH

Glued to the cosy parlours are children all

Unable to respond to the frosty call

When getting out proves surely a nasty lull

With some funny breaks after an awful fall.

So are all the aged, and elderly bones

Restricted to their own cosy agelong homes

Lying in coils as snakes do in their own holes

Uncared for, and far apart as the two poles.

Tremble the destitute, orphans and beggars

For whose care only the almighty triggers

Until the frosty-bold winter disappears

When hibernator's life at once reappears.

Soon the Spring with its agile magical spring 

From geographical annual napping

Breathing a fresh and soothing zeal amazing 

Shall tempt all for logical awakening.