Windblown Shadows

Behind the blinds a warm light glows.
There isn't a soul about.
The wind is cold and chills my nose.
It's better inside than out.

Street lights shine on the old house wall.
It's bitter beyond a doubt.
Windblown shadows rise and fall.
It's better inside than out.

poem © Celia Warren 2013

These shadows are cast on our house wall by the street light opposite. Didn't dally too long outdoors to take this photo. Brrrr.