Cold
Traversing the crunch of the gravel road
Trees grow over the drive
Touching at their bough
Creating an evergreen arch
A stately dwelling
Imposes in fields that unfold
I imagine life is luxurious
Dining on Wedgewood China
Blue and gold
Lounging on a red velvet sofa
Meandering through
Spacious rooms
That swallow
Living a refined
Tailored existence
I wonder
Do they too get cold