Errol Young Poet Free verse

Cold

It is cold outside. 
Cold.Cold
Cold reaches into my boots and gloves. 
Cold sneaks into my body. 
Cold aches and dominates. 
Cold. Cold
Silent lasting cold.
I feel the cold.
You are the cold.

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Josefina Costales January 8, 2021 at 5:03 PM Right you are - it will be cold for many days from now, best to look it squarely like what you are writing personifying it. Like looking at snow-covered mountains and you become the mountains. Brrr..