Sugarcoating The Season Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

Looking beyond the frosted glass
At the scenery laid with snow
Before some lonely footprints pass
The streetlights cast a humble glow

A silence one could not escape
Those moments tinged by shallow shame
Peeking between the golden drapes
There glides a spirit with no name

It beckons me to dash on out
Into the cold without a care
Remove all clothes and any doubt
The warmth I miss cannot compare

Outside I ran in thoughtless glee
Into the frigid land of cold
Disgracing all posterity
While putting common sense on hold

When suddenly my breath was plunged
Without the strength to scream or howl
Above the spirit screeched and lunged
The swish was from an old barn owl

It pecked me on my rosy cheeks
And winged me back into my home
Portending me to never seek
An angel where there is a gnome.