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


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