Winter is built for shelter
designed to fall in the dark months
weeks our bodies remember who they are,
mumbling mammal,
mammal to these hibernation hearts
beneath the blue down comforter.
Scarves and hats of many colors,
thick gloves,
sturdy boots
delight and distract
But soon
night knocks
to remind us
Wind is a favorite word of the weather
but pressed for an answer,
Winter, like us all, yearns—
It peeks through our lit windows
And chooses shelter
as its favorite word
Puff Of Smoke Poems 