Oh The Cold
By Mike Keating
Oh
The cold
Chill instilled
In my soul
A January
Wind whipped
Breeze
Broken
Not by
The weathered
Thaw from
A warm south
West breeze
In my face
On this winters
Eve..
As
My steps along
A dark path
Lit by a
Full wolf
Moon are
Brightened
By
Just three
Small
Words
I love you…
Not unfamiliar
In there
Nature
Yet,
These three
Small words
Spoken
From truth
Warm this
Old tired
Soul
Hope now
Strengths
My cadence
Now joined
Together…
Love eternally
One
About The Author
Mike Keating
Mike has been jotting down poetic verse since his sophomore English teacher, Mr. Healy, introduced free form poetry to the class. As an Emersonian philosopher, nature plays an important role in a transcendental way in many of Mr. Keating’s poetry. Nature becomes a clear metaphor for hopes, dreams, and sadness making way for resurrection possible. Mr. Keating is a well-known businessman and is a part time professor at Becker College in Worcester, Massachusetts.
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