WINTER WONDERLAND

Sultry haze, give way -
the weather gods are changing guard.
Herald the deity of warmth, once removed.

Bitter?
So is marmalade -
even the toast took its while.

A familiar bend will stray onto your path:
Take a drag, watch it mingle with the mist -
pilgrim from the past, say merci!

There are corners to turn -
streets await, unexplored.
Brand new, faceless; yours to christen.

Winter child,
wine means Red -
It always will.