Cold Sunday Morning

The wind chills but the sky is blue
Pedestrians wince against the cold
You can see it even behind the scarves and turned up collars
I’ve returned from shopping
With vegetables, fruit, and
A sweet-smelling multigrain baguette
That I will devour soon with brie and chutney
The light outside is clear, gently golden, slanting, and gorgeous
It’s a good day to be at home.