Cold

** cold **
Yarra looks ominously still
Air frozen in place
No breeze moves leaf or limb
The cold limply hangs over us
Dousing all enthusasism of skin
Placing depressing clouds on alert
A distant song is singing
Beyond range of human ear to hear
And tired thoughts tumble
Out of warm cosy brain bed
On a morning travellling
A morning slow unravelling
To workplace of my life
This capturer of time
Place of work and need.