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