Poetry Friday - A cold day it was ...

A cold day it was, and the road stretched out Beneath the gleaming snow and a winter sun.Only the tiretracks distinguished the route, And one spot of ground looked like another one.Fence posts poked black above glistening white. Here and there were the prints of a quail or a fox.A thick frigid comfort had been dropped in the night; Even the cornfield showed no brittle stalks.It is strange but