The cold coat The cold coat has been laid down Blanketing every dark thing Hiding houses Behind deep drooping branches I scoop up the chilly fluff That bends and cracks tree limbs Crashing down And blow it away easily It appears deceptively light Deceptively cozy I dig a hole The grass is still green below I wander sinking in the cold coat Until my feet becoming soggy And numb to pain Time to retreat from this illusion
- Kathleen N. Listman
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