A
question of warmth
curtail November walks
prefer the warmth of home.
Heating pad warms my bed,
Hot chocolate warms me inside.
In the rain and wind,
autumn leaves swirl and dance
their way to the ground,
covering the earth,
providing warmth for plants.
Tents in freeway green belts,
vacant lots,
provide meager shelter
from long nights,
gloomy skies, raw temperatures.
Warmth, taken for granted at home;
inadequate, at best, in encampments.
Is warmth
a luxury or
a basic need?