The Cold

The cold can’t decide if it wants to stay

It came in a few days ago and turned the winter’s final rain into its first snow

The last of what little snow fell is still around

It hides in those lonesome corners where the sun doesn’t reach

It watches anxiously as puddles form in the light of day

But the days are short and the night returns

the orphaned snow sleeps safe and cold


Author: Steven Tyler Stafford

I write stuff. Working on a novel. Working on a degree. Working on a life. tweetering @alien_sorceror

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