On Winter

I wrap the blue scarf tightly around my neck
And settle in its simple warmth
As I break through the icy puddles
In my brown boots

And there’s ice on my windshield
But nobody on the road, just me
And the sparse flakes of snow
That float down through the strata

Fingerless mittens and hands that grip the wheel
And steer me further into winter isolation
Steam rises from my coffee cup and
Suddenly it’s snowing harder than I’ve ever seen

It’s winter again
And I am preparing my heart to be packed
In with fine layers of cold green ice
As time slows down to a trickle and the snow falls down like rain

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