This feels an extra chilly November
As the leaves fall and the cold reaches bones
I ask myself….
Why do I do this every year?
Why do I stay when all I hear
is the constant crackle of teeth chattering and the hiss of the tea water on the stove.
Cocoa is never hot enough.
Not another five am stoking of the wood stove.
No more winter boots.
I’m goin’ west…
I say that every year.