Winter’s day

Between shadows, light reflects on dead leaves,

sun warms my back. A January wind cools my face,

pushes its way past my scarf and down the front of my shirt.

I zip my jacket as high as it will go, but it it is too late.

I retreat to house, fill a bowl with tuna casserole,

A noodle falls on my keyboard.

I mutter expletives under my breath

and resolve that if I leave my socks on under the blanket,

a nap may take the chill from my day.

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