The nip in the air is gone Sorry, the nip is very much here The enveloping cold Insulates me from the warmth And from love But it is tainted With toxic fumes. I sometimes wonder Will holding my breathe For a few seconds Every now and then Will stop this taint From spreading to my…
The cold chases meStalks like an obsessive loverCatching me off-guardWhile I try to relaxIn the holiday season It shrouds mewhen I’m least awareBites my bonesChilling my insides & outsidesMaking my skin crawlSending the shivers down my spineTill I weaponise myself with blanketsAnd a hot tea. Picture taken in 2018, please travel responsibly and safely.