The light yet constant rain
Erases all traces
Of yesterday's midsummer heat.
My floral skirt billows
Filled with icy wind
As I cross the bridge with my umbrella.

Today is January 1st
And winter is five months away,
But you wouldn't know it from my frozen fingers
That grip the umbrella handle
And try to steer it with the wind.

My other fingers are fumbling a grocery list
Deep in the pocket of my thick coat.
And I look out over the grey city
To the misty ships and steely ocean.
The rain has washed away the horzion
And I cannot tell the sky from the sea.

Today is January 1st
And instead of endless possibilities
I can only see a myriad
Of miserable days like today.