Wednesday, November 29, 2006


The day began with a biting wind
I tried to cover my face
The wind still found purchase

The afternoon winds calmed a little
They nipped more than they bit
Still, I remained covered

The evening winds brought snow
Sharp and brittle
As I sought refuge

The night winds slowly subside
leaving a serene, frigid landscape
and a frostbitten lonely man


Anonymous said...

Build a fire, and let it steal the cold away...

Penguinaut said...

the cold is beautiful...otherwise it's nonexistence would not signify the wonder of warmth...the antithesis (or at least Western thinking) is necessary for things to complement each other, or as Aristotle referred to as "the negative". the cold is beautiful.