The stars have frozen in their sockets
In the steely sky.
My hands are in their pockets
As I go ambling by
The frostbitten fountain, its shivering waters
Reflecting my wind-nibbled face.
Mama redbird and her bundled-up daughters
Quickly vacated the place.
Swaddled in scarves and my orange coat and hat,
I’m frozen—the winterly norm.
But tonight I won’t let myself think on that—
Inside I’m so summerly warm.