THINGS OF THE COLD

THINGS OF THE COLD

An Icy covered lake skated on,

Snow falling down, there is not a sound.

A winter wind blowing against the skin,

A river of water that does not end.

Rain in the night, cold coming down,

Hail from the sky hitting the ground.

A snowman dressed, standing alone,

Icicles hanging from roof tops, things of the cold.

A room without heat, fog and sleet,

Things of the cold, Winter weather with no shoes on your feet.

Keith Garrett

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