Who decided that today
Would be unbearably frigid?
Why does the air strike my cheek
And wish to turn my skin blue?
The sun was out today but I
Could not feel its persisting breath.
I shook in my coat, the wind
Peeling through. Teeth chattering,
Nose ready to drip. I miss
The hotness on the pavement,
The light blaring, like cicadas
Through young tree leaves.
The blue sky I fall into
Seems far and fragmented
When it's so unbearably frigid
Beyond any present front door.