Cold


Rest gently in the palm of my hand,
know not the difference ‘tween mine
and your regular haunts.
Don’t fly, for your company I like,
You’re cold-blooded, much like
those I often come for,
Yet you live and your heart beats so fast,
Like the hooves of the horse I ride
across the last threshold.
Stay with me until my next ride,
’tis only moments away,
And then, then must I go;
For another waits for my embrace,
for my dark cloak to cover
and welcome forever…


Cold – 12-8171  |  Canon EOS 60D, Tamron 18-270mm  |  2012


Click on the image to see it in the Gallery.   (Edited image, cloned areas to the left to remove stray foliage, for composition/aesthetic purposes)


© Photograph and Poem copyright to Michael C. Lam