Harold Macdonald's Muse

























Getting Ready for Winter



Harold Macdonald

Batten down the hatches, all!

Get out the mothie tattered wraps

Soon life will lie in winterís lap

Gone, the summer, gone the fall.


You thought you were prepared, ah yes, perhaps:

Your ourward insulation might suffice

But inwardly the soul is stiff with  ice

Month by month the frozen vampire sucks the sap.


I would be warm at any price

Iíd funnel off the heat of hell

If, next spring all would be well

The devilís pact, yes very nice.



Midi: In the Bleak Mid-winter