When the day beckons
And the cold stifles
Fingers may feel
That the sun only trifles
So roar the oven
Poach the eggs
Sweater on
Rest the legs
Stimulate with music
Blanket the body
Unwind the terseness
Restoring the comoddy
Unleash acronyms and shortened
Phonetic financial jargon
Worrying not
About any of those world-bargains
Rhythm to the rhymes
Embrace the sublimes
Dance the toes
Defrost the nose
Resolve the redness
In frozen cheeks
To the recoloration
Of simmering leeks
Fingers in the wheat
A dream of summer heat
But not a forlorn form
Experiencing reheating warm
Roman Ryan 