My fingertips are numb. My nails
Are blue; another winter day, and not
One from which I can cower. There
Are places I must go. I'll put on
A down-filled jacket, heavy gloves,
A stocking cap, and, having done so,
I'll survive, but, after I have gotten home
And stripped away those outer garments,
I suspect that my entire fingers will
Have numbed.