Dressed

There’s a coat for days like these,
A coat stuffed full of memories.
Of silent nights with dog in tow,
And broken dreams that whisper low.

Within its folds, I mask my shivers,
Through boundless plains and frozen rivers.
Its pockets weigh with bags and coins,
Arms outstretched to those who’d join.

There are boots for days like those,
The days of frost, of frozen toes.
A sturdy shield no ice has broken,
A breaded warmth, and dreams unspoken.

In these boots, I trudge the trails,
Knees give way, as if to nails.
Each step, a creak in velvet’s cover,
Beside the beast I call my brother.