A chilly north wind
slaps my cheek.
I’m not ready for this.
I have not seen shoes or socks
since the summer solstice
and I do not relish kissing
chapped lips.
A chilly north wind
slaps my cheek.
I’m not ready for this.
I have not seen shoes or socks
since the summer solstice
and I do not relish kissing
chapped lips.