With Snowfall

Jingling bells ring as I walk down the street.

Carolers sing with restless anticipation.

Honorary Santas track the streets and pavements.

I search for something warmer than what I am wearing.

Cars, slipping uncontrollably, find no way of stopping.

The sky, covered in cloud, rains light snow upon my head.

A streetlamp shivers helplessly.

My usual bus is later than yesterday.

A dog, barking furiously, curses the carolers.

Lights dangle from the overhang of an old man's porch.

Snowmen populate the lawns of lazy houses.

Children, unruly, bring with them balls of snow.

A bombardment unlike any other.

Quietly, a baby sleeps through the cold.

Fireplaces lose fuel with the minutes passing.

Generously, a woman offers a boy some food.

Home does not seem so barren of life after all.