Fall Alarms Of The Coming Winter

My beloved replaced some missing buttons of my old jacket And darned my antique woolen socks. My old shoes grumbles; 'Master few holes in the sole Definitely snowflake could peeps.' I feel sorry for her And she repairs the broken Kerosene heater While I listen to the Waltz of Johann Strauss's 'Blue Danube'. Landlord has come home After his long foreign trip And I count the arrears of my house rent. Some expired antibiotic capsules smile on the rack A strange notion and I too smiled; 'If poverty could be destroyed by these? ' What a ridiculous life is this? Last night I dreamed some racing horses for the sleigh And few Reindeers jumped into our room from Arctic regions! ** To an unseen companion of the journey the poet Matt Mooney in gratitude!