I like it when it’s cold.

While the seasons change, the sidewalk cries

When the leaves reach the grass, the ants all hide

The branches are a dead kind of grey and the sky

Reminds me of a cold bubble bath I took in May.

When nothing makes noise, when everything is still:

Winter brings us the joy of being alone.

Into the abode we go, to hide and huddle from the sky’s snow.

Kiss my nose to keep the cold away.