https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/17/poetics-the-blizzard-of-the-self/

Inner cold!

#dverse, #morningride #bluemonday

Losing my inner warmth,

Crisp callous morning air,

Welcomes my nostrils,

Reminding my drowsy body,

That winter still rules.

Crispy lawns and frozen puddles,

Greet me as I ride out,

Of suburbia into,

 Open fields of frost,

Chilling my fingers as I start.

Mist filled valley beckons,

Hiding frozen canal,

Trains’ muffled rumbling,

 Drifts up from within,

The freezing mist ready to engulf.

Past house boats spewing coal smoke,

Warm windows shockingly inviting,

Legs feeling like glacial bulks,

Knees craving summers warmth,

Train thunders past, sparks flying.

Under rail bridge, under road bridge,

Past empty lifeless village hall,

Pubs likewise closed until lunch,

Cold shutter door, padlocks frozen shut,

Hot coffee awaits inside once door unlocked.

© 17/01/2023 rog leach

Thanks to Sanaa at #dverse for suggesting we write about winter in this poetic prompt. I have written about the cold freezing fog I had to ride through a couple of weeks ago. I really enjoyed the poem Lines for winter by Mark Strand that you shared that is where the idea for mine was sparked.