Sun's bright, air's chill,
on my evening walk;
wind bites at my neck,
but not enough to balk.

Legs give way to joy,
I break into smiles;
snow on far off peaks,
perhaps, a 100 miles.

Winter's grass is golden,
like Kansas in the Spring;
it dances in the breeze,
making my heart sing.

Serenity surrounds me,
it gently heals the soul;
eliminates the jaded view,
makes my being whole.

Tonight, the seasons glow,
as coyotes howl and croon;
I gather stars with fingers,
and then, I kiss the moon.