The cold creeps in

and tickles my bones.

It won't leave me alone.

My hands are numb,

my mind undone.

This cold whispers

against my frozen ear.

This I fear

will be my demise.

My eyes

weep a tear,

or two

as I stamp my feet.

I feel the flu

coming on,

making this malaise complete.

Cold wind does blow,

this much I know

to be my end

as I begin

to freeze.

My knees shake,

feet quake

in my shoes

as the blues

take over my lips.

This coldness numbs

while my thumbs

bend crookedly

as I try to warm

my frost bitten form.

The cold creeps

into my bones,

my soul.

I am so very cold.

12/31/2008

Author's Note: ... I do not do well in cold weather.....

Posted on 12/31/2008
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