Notes: the second part I added because my friend jokingly criticized my praise of winter. Now in the middle of the season, I'm definitely feeling #2 more than #1.
i. cold
Nature’s first green is gold,
Or so I’ve been told,
But there’s a beauty in death
That makes me catch my breath.
Crunching—the dead leaves’ call;
The tranquility of Fall.
Frigid, perfect blue sky,
Black-ink night always nigh.
And in Spring's turn again,
I won't say I miss then.
But coolness seals away,
And I'll wait for Winter's day.
ii. heat
Shall I think of when light flows?
Of when the sun always shows?
Life awakens with I too,
And the world seems yet anew.
When the flowers bloom,
And we leave Winter's gloom,
Or when heat beats down hot,
Too much for even thought.
Then Fall brings cool once more,
Calling gray sea to the shore,
Missing sun with naught to say,
And I'll wait for Summer's day.