An Envy Detour

May this envy be contagious?

These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?

I might recon that is so,

Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.

Something curtly nudged me to assume the most outrageous,

I might have known that snow could fall and hand out early wages.

Yet it was me who was condemning it not it to I,

I rustled with my cotten tread as I thought at it to die.

It had never quite occurred that maybe I was unexpected,

I walked right past the hanging coats that morning I’d rejected.

Thought “why should I and why might now” just be that frigid time,

The friends that lived just south of here had never thrown the dime?

So as I sat without my movement all I could was hate,

It then occurred that I’ve deferred what’s written in my fate.