A motley mess my winter dress, warmed with Christmas colors,
Reds and greens, yellow and blue ; my mood a hue bit darker.
The coat I wear I do not zip, or button down if wool.
The temperature is hard for me, too hot or far too cool
To slide the jacketís metal teeth, clamping the hold in full;
On the edge of a seam it seems, my fingers the fabric folds.
When asked to sit and stay a while, I fear my coatís depart,
My warmth enhanced by fabric, holds close my tearing heart;
Thereís no time to sit and talk, when distanced by apart.
Shed the lining or shed the whole, the comfort is not there,
Until the season changes leaves, upzipped my coat Iíll wear.
[This message has been edited by miscellanea (12-08-2009 11:15 PM).]