Cold Hands

When I stretch my fingers
the circles of skin at my knuckles bunch;
knots in tree trunks which,
cracked and leafless,
tell me it’s winter.

Looking at yours
now too
aren’t you?

2 thoughts on “Cold Hands

  1. Hannah

    How cool!!! Such an apt likening and yes, I was looking at mine!! I love how you reach through the screen to your reader…very effective and enjoyable! 🙂

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