The Walk

THE WALK

The cool night the ring around the moon,

the signs are all around it will snow soon,

seeing our own breath, with each we take

the crispness in the air is alive and oh so awake.

Our steps are quick and brisk our checks are rosy red

we passed a houses that was dimmly lit he said,

Oh look my love, glancing at where we begain We're home

Just in time I said, I hear the whistle of the kettle blow,

We are home.