People are always telling me to put on a coat
“Bundle up, it’s cold out!”
I never do, not really
The coat comes off as soon as they’re out of sight
I find the cold calming
It helps me focus
I step outside and it embraces me like an overbearing aunt
Grips me tight and doesn’t let me go
It’s warm, inviting, familiar, familial
I love it
I always have a friend in the winter, I just have to step outside
The rest of my family hates it
My mom says I’m “warm-blooded”
That’s what she always tells people when they ask
That’s what I tell them too
But, really, I think it’s the opposite
I think the reason I love it so much is because we’re one and the same
I think I’ve got ice in my veins
So a little on my skin doesn’t hurt

I donned you like a warm coat on a winter’s day  and I got lost as I zipped myself within
The chill couldn’t penetrate the thick down of your sleeves and I felt safe, if only for a moment
Then the material began to wear and run at the seams
And I held fast, not because I was scared of losing you completely, but because I could never wear just pieces of you
Through the holes came the wind
And with the wind came the change of the seasons
Then, as the frost faded and the warmth came, I began to wonder why I  had even needed a coat at all
And I’d nearly forgotten the sting of the cold by the time it had returned

Just done with the calm of ice,
Lake waters, frigid,
Wind-lashed,
Writhe in fury,
White manes frothing.

Crouching on the shoreline,
I catch angled crashes,
Waves smashing rock,
******* shore lines,
Immortalize water's pulling shift
Wood and shells and moss,
Rearing high and slammed
Against the boundaries.

Ageless elements waging war:
Wind, water, and land,
Disrupting, tangling peace,
Superciliously ignoring
My transient observation
Of the winds of spring.

As sure as rain in the spring
or heat in the summer,
this year is looking promising
to be another ******.
But as sure as the cold in the winter and fall,
My friends will be there
To help me through it all.

Berry trees fall glum
At snowfalls greeting; Ruby
No longer loves me.

The seasons and temperatures change,
but it shines on.
As the cold breath of north steals the heat
the sunshine there gives us an everlasting light
while it lights on.
Shining from afar the sun is still here to stay.



Our christmas stockings filled with presents
near the fireplaces are cheering us up,
removing all thoughts about our working places
as I am drinking a cup full of wine.



Let the change come
commence a winter full of smiles
and let us stay calm and let the happiness begin.

Don't be egoist
Get back to me
Don't think about others' thought
Come back to me
Like the coldest winter going to spring
Or maybe the warmest spring going back to winter
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