My Winter Days

Coarse, blunt hairs sprout from the top
of my nose like the salt wind stunted
trees along Somes Sound.

Why they have started growing
out that way is a mystery to me,
another curse of my Winter days.

I make my wife promise that when I
am lost and mindless in a nursing home,
she will come and pluck them

One by one.

December 27, 2021