Mark R Slaughter - Winter lyrics

A cracked lip; raw skin. I pined for orange flickers Dancing off a cheery fire. A gelid blast of arctic air Had caught me unawares - Reinforcing my desire. Turning down an avenue, I froze; suspicious trees - Likely destined for a pyre - Were laughing off the icy chill Of callous winter nights. And I? Simply to retire Snug, inside a balmy chair Of warming solitude: Ah! my carol, my festive choir.