Bare-branched trees guard an old cobbled road
Stones gleam wetly in the lantern light
Dark clouds hang low full of storm and thunder
You breathe moisture in the ice-cold air
Walking briskly, bundled in winter clothes
That don’t quite keep out the frigid night
Lights from house windows behind their gates
Glow warm, inviting, promising cosy fires, slippers, hot chocolate
You see home and walk more quickly
As the rain starts to fall again
The door opens, welcome pours out with the light.
And loving arms wait to draw you home.