The clouds shuffle south at a leisurely pace, pushed by
Unwanted Canadian air.  November has come, bringing
Unalloyed cold, which October politely had kept at bay.
Five months of numb feet and fingers have started, five
Months of sheltering indoors, submerged beneath blankets,
Attending to ashes and coals, nursing hot chocolate, bourbon
And rum, watching those clouds, thinking, I, too, should look
Into shuffling south.