The Dreadful Winter

I sit at the window,
Staring at the vast blue sky,
Sipping my hot coffee,
As the cold breeze blows by.

The morning mist,
Dew drops on the leaves,
The fog and clouds,
Creating a hazy shroud.

The chill that runs
Down the spine,
And the shivering
That makes you whine.

Snow flakes
Falling all around,
Like metal balls
Bombarding the ground.

Campfires being lit,
To get warmth and heat.
But the question
I ask is,
Does it suffice?
Does the campfire
Really suffice?

What about
The cold hearts,
The frozen blood,
The pale faces
Devoid of love?

When would those melt,
When would this cold end,
When would winter fade away,
Summer of love find its way,
And spread the warmth of
Care and affection
In a gentle tender way.