my favourite season
wind / snow / ice
all beauty
quiet amplifying crunch crunch
starkness punctuated with spots of nude trees of evergreens
of sumac of
cardinals of our laughter
of glee and appreciation of warmth it never gets old
it
is piercingly cold
I used to love that too
back tenses sharp breeze
joints stiff body aches jaw clenches
everything hurts and it's still so beautiful I —
at least the warmth never gets old.