day 30
Day 30 - One last moment
the air outside is so cold
it makes me cough with my first breath.
walking the three blocks home I
feel myself shrinking from the frigid wind
hunkering down in my giant fur-lined coat
wishing I could slither inside my skin
or underneath the matted snow
to hybernate like the gophers do
with full bellies and dreams of spring.
The ice is thick and tricky beneath my feet
one wrong step and I will fall
I wish for the gracefulness and ease
of the skaters I see on the Lake of the Aisles
but instead I shuffle along with the tiny, skittering steps of someone just trying to get home.
i cross silent streets of white
climb up mountains and down again
take tiny comfort in the steam of my breath against the scarf covering my face
twitch my tingling fingers so they won't go numb
and useless as twigs
then the keys are in my fumbling grasp
the lock gives on the first try my
door is open and Warmth is there to hug me.
I unfurl, I grow tall and langorous with relish and relief
I stretch, I jump and spin, kick off my caked boots and spread my wings
I preen and purr like a cat.
Then I sink into the comfort
of feeling human again.
day 31: Halloweens of the past (I made this one up, since this meme was originally
intended for September but now it's October)
the air outside is so cold
it makes me cough with my first breath.
walking the three blocks home I
feel myself shrinking from the frigid wind
hunkering down in my giant fur-lined coat
wishing I could slither inside my skin
or underneath the matted snow
to hybernate like the gophers do
with full bellies and dreams of spring.
The ice is thick and tricky beneath my feet
one wrong step and I will fall
I wish for the gracefulness and ease
of the skaters I see on the Lake of the Aisles
but instead I shuffle along with the tiny, skittering steps of someone just trying to get home.
i cross silent streets of white
climb up mountains and down again
take tiny comfort in the steam of my breath against the scarf covering my face
twitch my tingling fingers so they won't go numb
and useless as twigs
then the keys are in my fumbling grasp
the lock gives on the first try my
door is open and Warmth is there to hug me.
I unfurl, I grow tall and langorous with relish and relief
I stretch, I jump and spin, kick off my caked boots and spread my wings
I preen and purr like a cat.
Then I sink into the comfort
of feeling human again.
day 31: Halloweens of the past (I made this one up, since this meme was originally
intended for September but now it's October)