Wind Howls Cold

Wind Howls Cold
Scott David James
Circa 2012

The wind howls cold
Unnecessarily so
Bold as the day unfolds
A simple thrill
This bitter pill
As chill seeps into bones

Simply put within my book
A chapter in six years took
I find I’m whelmed
Not overly so
Just such to have a look

What I find, on introspect,
A stow replete with bones.

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