Winter Blues

slip off your shirt,
and leave it
in the snow
your arms won’t
freeze, if you’re
not cold

unzip your pants,
and bury them below,
you won’t feel the cold
you won’t even know

smell the blueberries,
frosted, on the ground
whip off your underwear,
and hunt them down

with only your boots
and only your body,
no mittens or hat
nothing so shoddy

your mouth salivating
and elbows all knotty,
this is the winter fir
you wished for
this is camaraderie