in the spring,
allowed me to listen to chirping baby birds;
in the summer,
surrounded me in bursts of happy colors;
in the fall,
enriched me with golden splendor.
Yet, in the winter,
I choose not to sit in its beauty
but to enjoy it from afar.
The cold, white fluff, gently laid
while I sleep, is a scene
I don’t have the heart to disturb.
It’s purity soon enough is breached
as it transforms beneath the sun,
but I’ll enjoy the untouched wonder
for as long as I possibly can.