The Battle of Early Winter

The cold has got me beat, for now:
Placed me under house arrest,
Doomed to domesticity,
Helpless to hibernation.
Someday I shall brave it:
Wearing ten layers of armor,
I will bear it all! I will
Go any way my boots direct.
Until that triumphant day
I have tactically retreated indoors
Compelled to coziness -
But not entirely defeated.

Vortex

I swing back and forth, almost dizzy
Pointing inward and sometimes forth, outstretched, ready to pounce
Then retreat into fetal position until I'm bored
Obsessed over words, perplexed over silence, depressed over chocolate
Pacing, then frozen, thrusting at points of vanity
Unable to accept, both sides lack reality
Sleep has fled; now this is expected.
And I'm just too lazy to cry.