Looking out of the window I see

A picture which reflects you and me

Branches caked with a dew of ice

A filmy white layer with a price



A ticket which states a high amount

- No money stipulated, but a fount

Which has frozen in time and space

To cause a barrier stopping the grace



Of your presence in my very humble abode

This tugs at my heart as you've not showed 

For warnings of danger you have heeded

Ones which indicated you weren't needed



But this was not the intent - hear me now

It's just the fear you might slip on the snow

Which covers my path all the way to door

And causes nasty accidents, which, for sure



You will have - if you attempt to maneuver

Wheels - then spin around, and perhaps over

So please take care and wait until the ice

Has dissipated - then you can make a choice



Christopher W. Thomas

9:50am Christmas Eve 97