It’s So Cold

Image by Hans from Pixabay

The light is pale and cold--
the sun is indisposed.
Trees are still, road is frozen--
nothing moves after the arctic blast.
Except time-- 
its untiring motion. 
marching day and night, 
already taking one month away.

I can make frozen tofu
by opening the window. 
I can find excuse for my accent--
a seasonal icy tongue. 

I was told to think of the spring not far away, 
the winter discontent worthy of groaning, 
the human endurance demanding our praise.

But my mind has better dreams than that--
A bowl of wonton noodle soup, 
steaming hot, 
bursting in flavor, 
chewy in texture. 
My definition of winter.

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