Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
Swollen doors close, sealing out the Cold.
But what about the Cold?
It wanders, without a house,
What protects the wind and snow
that aid in my cozy winter glow?
A breeze sneaks in upon the opening of my home
But is quickly transformed to wear a hot uniform.
It is not very fair
to force the Cold to sacrifice.
To make the Cold the antagonist in this season's story.
Without the cold there would be no reason
for fires and warmth,
hot cocoa and sweaters.
The snow carries this burden
so we can have a reason
to come together for at least one time each year
and Warm Up.