winter.

I clench my jaw,
hoping to still the shake
in the remainder of my body,
a constant frightened shiver
that agonizes on without intervention.
Winter is waging in full force this morning,
temperatures at the bottom
and a matching wind to stab
at my stinging weak fingers.

We need to migrate for the winter,
somewhere the sun can thaw
my poor cold-leaden body.

Tags: poem, Poetry, winter