The cold is more poetic than the warm
A man coat-huddled against December’s winds
Evokes more sympathy in those dark days
Of stinging sleet and menacing blue clouds
The warm is less poetic than the cold
A man hat-shielded against September’s sun
Evokes no sympathy in those bright days
Of dripping sweat and dripping-too sun screen
And though McKuen sang “Listen to the warm”
There’s music in the cold while icicles form
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
The cold is more poetic than the warm
A man coat-huddled against December’s winds
Evokes more sympathy in those dark days
Of stinging sleet and menacing blue clouds
The warm is less poetic than the cold
A man hat-shielded against September’s sun
Evokes no sympathy in those bright days
Of dripping sweat and dripping-too sun screen
And though McKuen sang “Listen to the warm”
There’s music in the cold while icicles form
Your grandmother and I are the only two people who will admit that they still love Rod McKuen.