For love and warmth I have right here

Winter at Home Though wind may blow and snow may drift While frost 'round grass will rime, I have no desire to go in search Of some far away warmer clime. Bare trees form patterns of delicate lace, (...) A fire burns brightly on my hearth, While frost jewels sparkle and glow, So I ignore the howling wind And watch the swirling snow. I don't envy those who leave Their homes to search in vain For love and warmth I have right here As I wait for spring again. (Rea Williams)