In the dark, betwixt my knees, sat my pillow
to calm the chill of night breeze.
The window was open,
just as my thoughts,
and I saw an owl swoop right by.
There and gone were my pestered inspirations.
But then I settled beneath my covers,
after closing my window and letting it nestle in the sill.
I pulled a quilted blanket up to my nose,
for quite a chill was out today,
prowling the streets like a snow leopard
to give my nostrils the same tint as a clown’s.
And when my eyes had all but just closed,
I heard a knock at my door.
I rose to peek out and saw that winter had arrived
and there she stood upon my doorstep
in all her icy glory.
Tuesday, October 12 @ 10:00 p.m.