Cold this Morning

It was cold this morning,
cut into you cold
my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt
not quite up to the task, my blood not yet
used to the cold, ready for its bite
assault on my skin, on me
Ice on puddles, heavy thick frost
air in my lungs so cold
walking on I saw
dangling earrings of dewdrops of
the milkweed plants’ fruits
frozen against the wind by the frost
They will be freed later in the morning
when the sun warms above freezing
and they are launched in the breeze
cold now, early before the sun bleeds
through the steel grey clouds
just aglow with the weak yellow light
early morning in the city
as fall stiffens toward winter

November 22, 2006 9:51
of a walk to Hillsborough County Superior Court
about 8:00 this morning

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