A Sunday Poem: “Coldness”


A gloomy day,

darker shades of grey.


The wind pulls leaves off the tree

while tormenting those already

on the ground.


Birds have fled south;

groundhogs took shelter

in underground headquarters.


Through the boardroom window,

the outside atmosphere

is still warmer,

more inviting

than inside.


(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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