cold

a dusting of frost 
coats the world
as a cold sun
takes its place in the sky;
so many balk at the bitterness
of the cold;

why not embrace its crispness -
the clarity it provides -
the heavy heat of summer
is a comfort,
but it is thick with humidity
that clouds the mind;

the cold bites
awakening the mind
to all that is
and all that can be;
embrace this vision

Winter

winter knocks at the door,
screened by the false warmth
of a welcoming sun
on placid fields of white
it invites us outside;

where we are subjected
to the frigid grasp
of the wind's icy fingers
upon our exposed skin,
its cold gusts
burning our throats -

a frantic reminder
of the beautiful tenacity
of the dead season