Hungry Weather

Sleet pastes upon my coat;

upturned collar does not,

protect me from,

its invading presence.

Latching on my hat,

the dampness touches my hair,

Denim jeans adhere,

to my numb legs.

Becoming a wet burden,

that causes my feet to drag.

Sharp and cold,

the sleet makes me,

its prisoner.

Laying claim,

to all that I possess.

–Zane Castillo

Zane is a published writer who has had poems and short stories published in various literary journals including Timbooktu, Hello Horror, and Every Day Poems. You can contact him at

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