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.
Scott David James 