The Coming Cold Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'With the coming cold
it embraced the trees
the concrete pavements
and the building walls
as the night grew darker
it is hard to see
the beauty of the moon
and the flickering stars
only the glow of windows
and streetlights
can be seen from afar

as I wrapped myself
in my cold bed
I listened to a love song
and think of you...
then suddenly I find
the warmest love
I have ever known
the most gentle soul
for your breathe I feel
and sweet whispers
that only you can hold.'