i don't like the cold.

it bites my fingers, nibbles my toes
[an exciting pinch and a cute red nose]

it turns life-giving water to sharp, slippery ice
[an occasion for new adventure, a little spice for this life]

the birds fly south, fall's colors fade
[the mosquitoes go away, the bear to his cave]

i remember hard long days working in freezing weather
[and happy long nights of fun and fellowship together]

we build a fire so we don't freeze
[and share stories and songs over spice tea]

the bonfire burns while the cold freezes me
[like hot chocolate and real snow cones - a delightful dichotomy!]

how i dream for spring so this snow will melt
[but without the cold, is warm truly felt?]

the ice cold heart of this world weighs on my face
[but love glows warm and draws me into its embrace]

[i like the cold]

- Krichotomy