Thursday, 6 November 2008

Cold Feet

Winter is here
cold threatens my feet
Wants to lock me inside for life
From my comfort I draid the pain
I fear it
I praise it
I even boast it

But am out in the rain
And it's like a walk with an old friend
A new comfort
The pain of rain is sweet

It wasn't the rain
It wasn't the cold
It's not you
not him

It's me
Me and my warm comfort.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your poem also warmed my cold feet :) *J*