Today will be
The last day I’ll walk
And scribble poetry
On my daily escapes
From work’s crushing grasp
Into nature’s caress

Temps dipped below twenty
Fingers froze to the pen
Freezing lake winds
Overpower a weak sun’s rays
I cannot write outside
Not through this winter

Willpower and motivation
Must force the pen
To find warmer refuge
From winter’s chill
In those fleeting moments
When I could escape

– James Dubeau