Lunchtime Poetry/Poetry/Writing Lunchtime Poetry Posted on January 30, 2015 / 0 Comment Geese tread icy waters. They don’t shiver, But I think they’re cold. Their little brains cannot plumb Man’s artifice. But neither can Man. Hey there, cold Goose. I hope Spring comes soon. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Lunchtime Poetry, Poetry