Waverly

Ice and blue this morning, colors of the way I feel, between Me and him snoring, Chicago's full od snow we;ve hit an amber need, the way things are going, while its still the dawning, looks all set to freeze, why I fought so long, geese raise barren tones, my life is with their creed, their crying seems old, bravely honking never fawning, racing south to new fields, am I lucky to have nothing, to stay on the stones, step smoking just at ease, standing in the cold, thinking of the sea.