It’s a cold grey sky,
wintry overhead,
a rowdy autumn wind
has left me just a shred,
so what do I do
without my coat of red?
I hold out all my arms
and wear some birds instead.
Tag Archives: cold
Connections: February 3.17
Skiing, sledding, luge,
are known as Winter Games
others not so huge
are known by different names
appreciably
less bold
but unarguably
less cold.
Connections: December 20.16
Cold is a lonely thing
a childless park
a street frozen-rutted
silent, stark.
Hard world
for tiny chickadee
hopping zig-zags
in empty tree
twig to twig
at life’s behest
lone Galahad
in Grail’s quest.
Connections: December 7.16
Connections: January 11
At end of bitter day
the wind blows black
staining
like berry ooze
the air.
Crystal-wrapped,
contorted, brittle,
a small tree
shivering
bows its
winter’d head,
bald and bare.
Beyond,
in waffling line,
yellowed
warmth of homelight
teases —
welcoming
warning
flare.
Connections: November 22
Winter is icumen in
lhude sing the flue
bloweth snows
and freezeth nose
sing the flue!
Crimson leaf doth nobly hold
but arresteth not the season;
cometh chapstick, cometh cold,
pulleth I my fleece on.
Connections: October 3
A little bit of cold
a crackle in the air
a moaning wind’s complaint.
A year that’s getting old
a burrowed pied-a-terre
a little bit of paint.
Connections: September 18
The creekside frou-frou
in the park
disdains the looming cold,
regally ruffled
in yellowing green
with brooch of saffron gold.
