Walking in Snow
Walking in snow early in the morning is exhilarating, at first.
The city is rather quiet, the air is crisp, almost liquid to the nose.
Banal shapes appear mysterious in their pristine coverlets.
Then the cold comes seeping through my clothes and boots
And the thought of a window between this chill and me
Grows increasingly fond.
Walking in snow
Is like living with you.
It leaves me cold.