I feel the cold
closing in, seeping, oozing
slowly coming in
through the walls, the floor,
the panes of tempered glass
the cold, the damp, the tongues of winter
relentlessly striving, seeking
coming into the house
through the open doorways,
the seams, the cracks, the thin edges,
through the metal, the wood, the glass
seeking to come in,
where it is warm
December 2, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
The Cold
Labels:
christian poems,
christian poetry,
Concord NH,
creator,
December,
Faith,
faith poetry,
God,
hope,
house,
king,
Lent,
Nature,
New Hampshire,
poem,
poetry,
Poetry Where You Live,
praise poems,
praise poetry,
Raymond A. Foss,
religious poetry,
sea glass,
senses,
sing,
United Methodist,
way,
wind,
winter
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment