Cold is a lonely thing

Cold is a lonely thing

Cold is a lonely thing
That seeps in
Looking for every ounce of warmth, it can wring,

Chills you down to the marrow,
Seeking warmth it can borrow,
Yet, if you embrace its' sorrow,
Share your warmth, your hope,for tomorrow,

This needy thing, that makes your breath appear,
Melts, mellows, dissipates, disappears.

-- shubha