The cold is humbling,
Its brisk wind,
Kisses noses and cheeks red.
Dressed in warm, comforting clothes,
Hugging frail skin, cracked in dry air.
The cold is kind,
It kills quietly,
Hushing life to sleep to dream sweet dreams,
As it lullabies goodnight.
The cold is beautiful,
Swirled white flakes gather,
Falling from the clouds.
Coating the world in silky blankets,
Seemingly soft and pure.
The cold is patient,
For all its charms and beauty,
Come long nights.
Illuminated by ice shimmering,
Chilling the earth, chilling the world,
Chilling you.
The cold is honest,
Honest,
Honest.
Dreadful,
Dreadful.
Ravishing cold,
You.