I forget, when I’m wallowing
in summer’s luscious green,
or in the pastels and fire
of spring and summer, how much
I secretly like the winter’s hues.
I think only of its cold and close
my mind against even one
unnecessary thought of it.
But here I am, knee-eep
in winter’s colors, even though
the calendar says it’s still three weeks
away. And I confess, I love this.
I love its starkness and subtelty.
I love the drama and depth of its moods.
So Yes, bring it on. Cold is a small price