A random poem from last night...

I watch the ice creeping
across my path,
and laugh at the wind's
taunting breath.
I am armored against
the cold,
cautious and ready
for the harshest blast.

Odd glances darting past me
as I walk
slip through my unconscious
as through a sieve.
I grin at the hidden sun,
warm in my cocoon,
unbothered by strangers
or grey skies.

Then I am caught by two eyes
watching me tenderly,
and all my layered preparations
peel away,
and I
shiver.