The cold bites
My aching skin throbs with a growing glowing
A sudden, sullen feeling falls upon me
Core functions destabilised
Mist hangs in the air
Snow clouds threatening; thrilling; thrusting
Floating by as if blown by a dozen reindeer
Winter arriving all around
RC 19-11-25
Wednesday, 19 November 2025
thoughts on the temperature (a poem)
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