Bones

The chilly rain-air nips my ankles
     My ratty sweater is no down comforter


It is not enough to block Mother Nature's breath
     from tickling and stinging my skin
The rain is too light
     Not the pounding, streaming kind
     that can lull you to sleep
But leaky-faucet-rain
Unpredictable
Drip, drip..... drip drip
     Making you strain, listen


My sweater is no down comforter 


Mother Nature wins tonight
     I will sit here, awake with her
Until the peach light of dawn spills over me
Warming my exposed parts
     like an apology