Winter came
unnoticed; we
thought it had arrived.
The subtle lull
of autumn tricked us
with its need for cardigans
and leaves aesthetically arranged
on garden floors and streets.
We thought the worst had come,
forgot
how true cold feels
on toes.
And now:
the need for scarves
in bags (in case)
and duffle coats;
the huddled walk
of chilling feet
and all the proud offense of those
who do not know the cold.
Father hands:
please keep us warm.
The winter does not sit with us.
And strengthen mumbling
grumbling minds
to take the worst
that comes.
