Category — girl gone poet

the cold arrived under moonless sky
i hardly noticed that first chill
but the waxing moon finds me frostbitten
by a relentless hard freeze

silly to take the weather personally
and yet it feels so true
warm breezes withheld
by a nonchalant jet-stream

how long can the wind refrain
from blowing sweet once more
oh, to feel sunshine’s warmth
coaxing freckles on happy cheeks!

but no, the bitter wind remains
breath stolen by an icy embrace
shaken, raw, numb
a just punishment for my exposure