December chill is on us. It won’t freeze,
but humid multiplies effect and will
impose on roofless folk severities:
December chill.

We’re known for mild weather here but still,
the walk to BART in 48 degrees
is hard to handle even in down fill.

I take the cold on cheeks and ears and knees,
and lust for home. It won’t be long until,
appreciating inside, this one flees
December chill.