A  question of warmth

 Blustery, chilly days

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?

 

      ©  Marcia McLaughlin