Unbearably Frigid

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.