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 rooftops, 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