Cold waves gushing
Making the Night shiver,
Diurnal folks in comfort of cosy beds
dreaming a happy world,
But like nocturnal birds I'm awake
Sitting on a leafless bough;
Benumbed and desolate,
Prying to catch a sight of fire,
In the meantime,
Trying to guard cold with my bare skin.
I don't know why I am writing this, I went for just five minutes outside my house and felt the searing cold waves, and coming on to my desk I wrote this.
