THE TAPESTRY CHAIR
By Paul Glaze
Today Is The Day Of Wintry Way
North Winds Blow Harsh Again.
It's Winters Call As Dead Leaves Fall,
And The Ground's A Brownish Blend.
I Curse These Days Of Winters Ways
With Hopes Narrow And Thin.
As I Face The Frown Of Clouds Abound
From The Tapestry Chair In My Den.
Gaunt Greetings From A Winter Storm.
Cold Clouds Foggy With A Soggy Scorn.
Hungry Birds In A Hostile Wind.
Perched On Branches Frozen Thin.
Sleet Is Slashing Against The Door.
Coldıs A Creeping Across My Floor.
Shivers And Quivers Of Wintry Blend
Outside My Tapestry Chair In The Den.
Nefarious Night Winds Howl And Tear.
A Misery No Mortal Should Ever Share..
I Gaze At Dark Days Of Wintry Ways
And Pray They Soon Will End.
So Flowers May Bloom And Blend,
Into The Song Of A Summer Wind.
These Thoughts With You I Share
From The Den Of My Tapestry Chair.
