poem: the cold
The cold
can sometimes be
a good sensation.
Not exactly a pleasurable one
but one you're glad to feel.
I don't mean frosty cold
or the cold brought on by high winds
or that unwanted cold
that barrels itself into a summer's day.
I mean the cold that cuts straight
like a blade to the skin
that summons images
of light blue
and clear white
and only comes when the sky is a plain colour.
And sometimes
it's not nice at all.
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