CAMELOT FANTASIES

Winters stark chill
Has seeped in under the
Window sill
Crisp cool breeze
As temperatures plummet
To a deep blue freeze
City roads look salty white
Walking the streets
Holding onto your jacket tight
Suns hiding behind
A cloud again
Distant seems the memories
Of pouring rain
Piles of grey snow
By the sidewalk edge
Step gingerly ice may
Hide close to the ledge
Mid February closes us
To half the winter
Craving its end
Like an ice cold splinter
Much has not changed
Through the passing of
45 days
Spring is near
Transformation is rapid
This time of year

~Divine