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