I love you
you look like a priceless artwork

If we’re stuck inside with snow up to our doorbells
Would we learn to play nice?
I can be a recluse on any floor -
Buried deep in the basement’s cobweb corner
Into the arms of an evergreen gently tapping against windows, ushering us down & out.
The thin line of sunshine from an attic skylight
Reminding us that winter has stolen our passionate burn,  
Or could we sit by the fire, rubbing hands
Breathing into palms,
feeling warm, alive, at peace.
Building snowmen with twirling hands,
packing memories & stories so tightly
that they could never melt.
And as the fire builds
As the winter drips away,
Do we love the roof we’re under?
Do we need the light of day?

A warm wind,
the kind you'd blame
for melting an ice cream,
yet laugh as it tickles your face.
That's the nature of summer.

A cool breeze,
the kind you'd sigh at when it passes by,
yet shiver when it distracts you
from the season's warmth.
That's the nature of summer.

A cold, whipping wind,
the kind that feels great when you're
leaning out the car window,
yet messes up your hair and brings tears to your eyes.
That's the nature of summer.

A violent gust,
the kind that signals a storm while you're
sitting peacefully at home,
yet tosses you around like you weigh nothing, if ever
you try to outrun it.
That's the nature of summer.

A sudden outburst of rain,
the kind that just pours from the sky
catching you off guard,
yet you laugh as it soaks through your clothes.
That's the nature of summer.

A light drizzle,
the kind feels amazing during a hot day,
yet makes your hair damp
and makes it impossible to stand the heat afterwards.
That's the nature of summer.

A dazzlingly brilliant sun,
the kind that turns up after the rain
more powerful and warmer than before.
Yet burns your eyes as you look ever closer.
That's the nature of summer.

A returning warm wind,
the kind that makes your cheeks blush
and puts a smile on your face,
yet pulls at the ends of your hair,
tangling it.
But that's the nature of summer.