A Winter's Chilling Thrill

All nature is doing her best each moment to make us well - she exists for no other end. Do not resist her. With the least inclination to be well we should not be sick. - Thoreau

playful, giggling baby's breath

trace snow falls like dandruff from a nearly bald man's head

icicles hang from the edge of the roof

like upside down bottles of corona beer

sheer

crystal clear

whispering sweet everythings

wishing good cheer

to start a new year

as a warmer time waits impatiently in the wings

biding its time like a prisoner

drawing near

with a sly, melting jeer

Author's Note

"Blessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature, and through her, God." - Thoreau