Standing waiting for my bus,
my body shivers,my nose is glowing,
ears stinging like a buggar,
and great!,it’s started snowing.
“come on bus,don’t be late please”
I’m frozen to the bone,
I might cry in a minute.
I just want to go home.
the wind is being resourceful,
treats me with icey blasts,
reaching places I’d forgot about,
especially my ass.
stamping feet,rubbing my arms,
nose drips,I’m not really fussed,
I must look delightful?
“Oh,good here’s my bus!

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.