The Risk

An uncertainty as foot touches ice Blind and deaf to the intangible things. We hesitate, we fear What we know least. Burrowed in Mother’s arms. A safe haven from the wind who grips outside. Windowpanes rattle and the floorboards creak. The fire’s flames mesmerize, Delaying Father Time But time will wait for no soul. With snow boots on snug, We step out into the storm.