The cold coat

The cold coat has been laid down Blanketing every dark thing Hiding houses Behind deep drooping branches

I scoop up the chilly fluff That bends and cracks tree limbs Crashing down And blow it away easily

It appears deceptively light Deceptively cozy I dig a hole The grass is still green below

I wander sinking in the cold coat Until my feet becoming soggy And numb to pain Time to retreat from this illusion

- Kathleen N. Listman