Acutely so

Cold and wet
my bones are set
at angles I don’t
recognise,

a spiders web of ice
hangs from my eyes
and I can’t feel my toes.

Goodness knows
but I do not.

Anyhow it’s Friday now
and beezer,
a teaser for the
weekend rite.

Umbrellas and a
boys night out
the
winning combination.

Still have work to do
before the clock strikes
two
and then it’s home
to you and
the fireside,
cold outside
but
warm in here
perhaps I’ll give the
beer and boys a miss
stay for cuddles and
a kiss.

Yes
that’s what I’ll do
when I get home
sometime
after two.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.