When You Walk

When you walk down the hill
On the sidewalk, from the parking lot
Under that cold November sky,
Please remember that I offered
You a scarf to cover your
Face because I knew that
The wind would be biting
At your face even though
It would be at your back
Walking down hill.

But when you come back home
That hard grey sky will be
Closer to your cold and
Blistered face from the slant.
You should have taken my
Scarf. Now you will have sore
Legs and a Fall weathered
Face
When you come back to me
Walking up hill;
Back to me so I can
Heal your cold and blistered
Face.