Winter Commute
Cold crisp air makes my knuckles blue
Automatically I curl up within myself
And my coat, trying to push my neck
Inwards like a tortoise, husbanding my warmth
A shiver passes rapidly like an electric current
My feet suddenly feel cold and calumny
I pull my collar close and button up tight
Hanging on to all the coziness that is to be had
Curls of wispy breaths rise and fly away
My nose turns red and is dry no more
My eyes give company and get weepy as well
My being clamors for a hot cup of anything!
The commute is long and dreary
Home seems far, far away
But it beckons invitingly as I hasten to it
Chasing my blues with a song in my heart
Originally Published: October 29, 2003
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