Standing in the Cold
A poem
Shivering in the cold,
Standing in the front yard,
Because no matter the weather,
The dog must go out.
Today sun shines,
Even as winter cold,
Reddens the nose
Gnaws the toes,
Chills fingers down to the bone.
Shivering in the cold,
Standing in the front yard,
Because no matter the weather,
The dog must go out.
Today sun shines,
Even as winter cold,
Reddens the nose
Gnaws the toes,
Chills fingers down to the bone.
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry