WORDS-- Hot Cocoa in my Toes

The cold bites through my fingertips,

my feet ache from its hex,

piercing ‘round my ears it came,

then through my body next.


Waiting warm inside my coat,

I thought my heart was safe,

but no, unhindered nothingness,

ate through my outer plate.


I sped my pace to heat my legs,

to keep my kneecaps on.

I’m sure my joints are frozen stiff,

where has the warmth all gone?


Imagining a fire’s blaze

encircling the stones,

perhaps a coal inside my boot,

would help my icy bones.


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© 2013 Peter Gillespie