A frigid night,
A candle's stand.
A torch alight
In a Sire's hand.
Pitch black blight,
Pierced by light,
Bitten by snow
And carried by flight.
The dog beside,
A friendly guide-
Dear little Gale-
Leads the Sire home.
But Sire, know he
The path he sees
"Go here, go there,"
But Gale prevails.
"Forward, Sire, with me
Let no dark deceive ye
I see the way
If only ye listen."
Cold ice glistens
Off the Sire's brow
Oil the lamp
However much it allows.
But the oil freezes,
The path breezes,
The world stays dark
With no moon to heed.
"Gale," hails Sire,
"Turn back now
See not demise
At the Winter's prow."
But here the Sire
Brought forth Gale's ire
And stop where he be.
"Die ye now on
Wintry day?"
A pause, a gust
Frozen despair, disgust
"No, never," a step,
And continued way.
Though lamps dim,
And nights lie,
The winter is deadly
Keep a Gale by your side.
Easy is the night
To slip into, deep,
But Winter's tricks
A dog may yet defeat.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
A frigid night,
A candle's stand.
A torch alight
In a Sire's hand.
Pitch black blight,
Pierced by light,
Bitten by snow
And carried by flight.
The dog beside,
A friendly guide-
Dear little Gale-
Leads the Sire home.
But Sire, know he
The path he sees
"Go here, go there,"
But Gale prevails.
"Forward, Sire, with me
Let no dark deceive ye
I see the way
If only ye listen."
Cold ice glistens
Off the Sire's brow
Oil the lamp
However much it allows.
But the oil freezes,
The path breezes,
The world stays dark
With no moon to heed.
"Gale," hails Sire,
"Turn back now
See not demise
At the Winter's prow."
But here the Sire
Brought forth Gale's ire
And stop where he be.
"Die ye now on
Wintry day?"
A pause, a gust
Frozen despair, disgust
"No, never," a step,
And continued way.
Though lamps dim,
And nights lie,
The winter is deadly
Keep a Gale by your side.
Easy is the night
To slip into, deep,
But Winter's tricks
A dog may yet defeat.