Cold
Fingers freezing;
frosty days,
Ice upon the
window plays,
Autumn chills;
with skill she hones,
Tapping shiv’ring
shoulder bones.
Shirt and sweater;
scarf and coat,
Warmer weather now
remote,
Hearth and home;
my full desire,
Think I’ll build a
raging fire!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
October 17, 2015
