Welcome to the pond

Well ladies and gents, I may not be around much today. My friend Mike is coming over. So no update tomorrow night. You have a homework assignment. Leave a comment on this message responding to the following question: What would you like to see on my blog, or how can I make my blog better?

And now for a poem . . . .

The coldness creeps like a black widow spider
dark and harsh, without mercy.
The frost on the ground crunches against the weight
of hard soled boots, you bought them only a week ago.
Breathing hard, disoriented,
hoping the light will come.
Where is the light? Is it coming for you?
Will you have to stay cold like this forever?
You hear a bird cry out, flying alone
you sit and collect your thoughts.
You feel the warmth,
the light has arrived
and the fear in your heart is like the bullet
from a gun of cold hard metal.