“Cold hands, warm heart”, so the saying goes…

Crisp mornings in wintertime don’t warm my cockles, hands or heart!
Yearning is my experience of the winter’s cold;
A yearning for year-round warmth, regularity of weather,
As a buffer for my waxing and waning.

Praise be to the sun, especially when unadulterated by fresh winter winds.
A sea breeze is acceptable to cool the air when too hot;
Anything more simply makes my ears hurt.

Going soft, you say?
Nay, I say! Just listening to my self, that’s all!
It’s too easy for the wind to blow my thoughts away...
... distract me from my path.

Cold weather makes me shiver and moan;
warm air helps me flow.