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