Snow

Slowfall. Snowfall. It covers
Everything, a blanket of little
Icy crystals, falls slowly, landing
Everywhere. It falls hard, or fast,
Blanketing your driveway and the car
That sat on it with a heavy white
Snowfall. Softfall. Quick or light,
It covers everything in a cold
Blanket.

Heat

It's cold. We all agree on that.
The sky even looks cold. It's
Giving me an icy stare when
I cast my gaze at its horizon.
Over my right shoulder, I feel
Heat, warming my ear. I turn
To see the blinding low-lying
Sun, the culprit, and the hero
Of my tale. It has cut through
Reaching me mid-crossing, a
Cozy embrace, so unexpected
But so very welcome today.

A deep freeze

It's not news to anyone who's been
Out today, it's cold out -profoundly
So. My skin has just begun to thaw
In the warmth of a very comfortable
Room. It tingles, itchy, smarting as
It warms up, unsure that it is OK to
Relax or ease into the temperature
In which there is no pain, sitting in
Short sleeves, happily feeling air
Not layers of clothing swaddling
Me against whipping winds and
Egregious chills. I am lighter on my
Own outside the winter jackets, the
Protections through which gales
Force themselves, against my will.