A walk across town -
layers needed to survive.
The wind still peels me.

The sun’s slow rise
means a morning spent in bed.
Fuck you, Ben Franklin.

A cat by a fire
Stretched toes, biscuit body and tucked head
To be so at peace.

Permafrost runs deep
Even the sun cannot reach
No checking for change

Winter sunset looms
Distorted oranges and blues
Dali’s melt clock clouds