Monday, December 11, 2017

Twice as Cold (Day 327)


There, stern water, gray 
as iron, and twice as cold
—boldness froths like 
whitecaps at your telling, 
yarns of hard-won wisdom 
beat black pearls for treasure, 
chests of gold, hard-hearted 
gems for warmth, their value 
neither won nor sold, 
nor useful when you’re growing 
old with no delightful company 
to make you laugh until you cry, 
to warm your sheets when 
bitter cold creeps beneath 
your unsealed door.



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Wolfgang.Mller54