A Winter Morning

I left the house this morning and the cold winter wind blew my hair out of my face.

The clouds were like closed curtains, still drawn over the sun allowing it a lie-in.

The trees had completely lost their leaves; naked for the season you’d think they most needed to warm themselves.

I started wondering if they had just forgotten to put their clothes on this morning since they were still around their feet, as if they’d slipped out of their dresses the night before and hadn’t bothered to put them away.

I looked up to the living room that faced the street:

I’d left the light on.