Cold Twilight Poem by Charles Hancock

Another cold twilight was nigh
Wood smoke spewed into the sky
The daylight continued to decay
All would soon be charcoal gray

The forecast had called for a winter storm
This one seemed beyond the norm
Driving home from work was just that
Old Man Winter and I locked in mortal combat

I wasn't home to heed the warning
Will dig my car out in the morning
I got stuck with a mile and half left to go
Now I'm frosted from head to toe

Lumbering through the fresh snow
Was bone chilling, tiring, and slow
Thoughts of a blanket by the wood stove
Filled my head as I endured my rove

A few more months and we'll be at the beach
Far from Jack Frost's icy reach
Just sun, surf, sand, my woman and me
And today will be a distant memory