Warmth

Warmth
has been on my mind
lately.
My feet and hands
are cold.
The air outside
is bitter.
My hands have
been furiously
knitting
an alpaca scarf
for Grandma Janice
who is always
cold
too.
As I reach
for my camera
to take a picture
of my developing project,
the front page
of the newspaper
catches my eye:
Thrift store
sees record
need.
Now
my hands
will search
for extra
scarves, mittens, blankets, hats, and jackets
for those
who are
much colder
than me.