Frozen January 1.22.14


Chilly 1-22-14
On these frozen days of January I dream of my sultry temperate roots emanating heat      Feathers of birds in hand have lost color And gloss ~ plumages have turned dull, drab~

Have lost count of several   downed cups of hot tea  whose leaves have given up forming patterns for readings, two pairs of socks, multi layered trussed Torso, tender nose that’d gotten stuck to glass window~
Thank god for three pairs of young athletic neighbors constantly scraping, maintaining tread worthy stoop steps daily      Body still failing to warm up, inspite of, despite of and now I must down another scalding ginger cinnamon tea  ~ ~


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