needles fallen
carpeting bare white tile
a tree with no lights

The red light makes the room seem warmer
than the furnace should allow
and coming in from such a storm
it’s welcome color on my frozen brow

I’ve feigned the Warrior, standing out
in freezing wind and stinging snow
but now that I’m upon my couch
in heated home, in candle glow

I don’t think I’ll keep up that show.