Charleston Winter

Way up north, where the day-stars dance
And the frost hangs crisp in the air
The snow grows deep and the warm things sleep
Underground, under ice cold and fair

In between, cities chug and steam
Under blankets of sleet and snow
Cold cars move through the salt-sown streets
People walk bundled to and fro

Here down south, where the sun shines bright
Neither ice nor snow's taken hold
The streets are clean and the grass is green
But with all that, it's still too cold