It’s one of those days
Under wintery ways
As the rust of the season
And peeling of reason
Hints, nudges and pokes
At the reams of old jokes
Rustling under my feet
Like the folks that I meet
Like the lovers I met
And will never forget
He leaves feeling blown
Away, smiling alone
Into his coffee sighing
His croissant is buying
Third person relief
My belief, like this leaf
Is shaken, this brown brew
Is stirred, like this red shoe
Abandoned
But wiser and warm
Settled after the storm
Know today’s chilly charms
Call tomorrow’s new arms
As this mother of strays
Scuffs another few days