spring's glistening drops of dew
have become a harsh frost
settling deep within the bones;
the sun is slower to warm
though I find myself
in less of a hurry
to move through my day,
content now to linger
over a fleeting minute,
absorbing more
of all that surrounds;
the sharper the cold
the more welcome
the warmth
Tag: seasons
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