Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's pretty cold out there
The sun is out
But I just need to be warm
I am drinking too much coffee
Not going to meetings
Walking the dog for air

Thought I lost my keys
They got returned
Restored my faith


In humanity in universal love
Every time I go out it's the gear
Gloves : jacket- hat: fur lined boots
Wow

I identify with the title. I'm glad you got your keys back. The world is not as cold as it could be.

Thank you Irish Sea for being so articulate and generous with your energy-

Your poems always do something interesting to see.....nice

The freeze on my skin brought me back
So much of who I was came back to me

Maybe my love was my destiny
Even if I didn't understand
What it was meant to be
All I know is I had to be free

Now you see
I'm going to be a granny