The Cold That Freezes Your Nose Poem by Dr Vidya Hariharan

The Cold that Freezes Your Nose

I walk down the aisle
And strike a pose
My hands in the middle
Pockets of my coat,
Its too freezing
To clutch the milk can
I shall stay posing
For a while long,
Till my fingers unfreeze
And let me reach out
Into the cold shelf
Where the milk sits proud.
Next stop is the produce
Fruits and cut veggies
Stacked in packets and loose
The air is icy blue
And turns my nose cool.
The eggs beckon me
From a shadowy corner
I saunter up to them
The temperature here is normal.
I walk home with my bags
Clutched in claws icy cold
Bent against the cruel wind
With my nose leading the way
In the freezing winter morn.