Let The Cold Be Outside Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let the cold be outside
From the north western wind
Every frosty to hide
From our feelings chagrined

Deep of snowy footsteps
Making us all reaching low
From some moody intercepts
That in dark will go

Let the cold not come in
Finding us by the fire
Taking flicker quench spin
At our flames of aspire

Making cold numb our feel
And catching influenza too
With its frost glaring heel
Coming as draft through

Stay here by the giving heat
When the breezing goes by
And we frost and sullen meet
In the squall from the sky

Yesterday it snowed allot
Made the streets hard across
Ghost of winter with its plot
Showing power of chaos