Hush

In my sweater I shiver,
The cold whispers of Winter
Climb in bed it says
A cold sharper and cleaner than it ought be
Then gone.

A lady rakes some leaves
"Ssh!" They say, "Ssh!"
As a fractious child
Ready to sleep
When all are still about.

A tree showers me with leaves
Twisting and turning in the wind
As she gentles her restless friend
Also ready
To sleep.

Hush and walk softly
You will wake the world
As it tries to sleep
Pull up your blankets
And slumber along.