Cold cuts through me to the core,
As winds whistle from beneath the door.
Storms forming of winters gloom
pulled from slumber all too soon.
This coldness is not my friend,
I wonder will this shivering ever end.
Coldness cutting me my bones do freeze,
as autumn skips through dying leaves.
BlNkets and hot water bottles pulled into my chest,
I plead these heat will help me rest.
Eyes sore and muscles long hurting after lack of sleep,
Coldness penetrates so deep.
Coldness penetrates so deep,
Insomnia, anything, so those dreams they’ll keep.
Karen Hayward ©2016