A Traveller in Winter
Ah
Winter is so cold.
Despite bright sunshine
and the blue sky,
the crows in trees,
shuddering,
stare in pain
at the pedestrians.
Wild cats and their lovers
in hard winds
utter shrill cries.
In winter
I feel like countless ice-cold rats
running into my sleeves.
Winter is cold.
Really.
Even the sunlight pierces to the bone
like a rusted sword.