My bones are cold. Winter has taken residence inside my skin. The tree outside the big window is doing it’s mocking dance.
It says ‘this discomfort won’t end anytime soon’. ‘You might as well get used to the ice’.
And, in keeping with the weather theme, winter loneliness wears a hue all it’s own. Feels harsher, looks bleaker. Snaps all hope.
Time to get the heater out! and give thanks for my yak blankie 🙂
wind of ice drops by
rattles bones rattles psyche
hot bath yak blanket