Cold Bones …..Warm Feet

By Tom King (c) 2013

Up here in the North Woods it’s damp,

I don’t mean your standard cool weather with rain.

It’s industrial drizzle, unrelenting gray skies

 Late September to early in June in the main.

 My bones slowly chill till they creak;

Frost accumulates in my joints.

My knees, My toes and fingers never get warm,

Except when I curl up in bed at night

Next to you. 

* Photo (c) 2013 by Tom King