Author Kevin O'Rourke The wind is cold, forbidding. Ride that cold and the wind's core becomes your house. Difficult, isn't it? Something so simple, so hardly realized; something still cold even when realized. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments