Cold

Biting, nasty cold
Wind chill well below zero

Everything hard and sharp
Wind patiently sanding the drifts smooth

Branches breathe heavily
whistle and sigh

Sound of wind across an open field
Crunch of footfalls in snow

And then— a bird song
Warm and casual

Little wad of warmth
hidden in a ruffle of feathers

Life singing into the very breath
of death

My friend, in this rough world
the soul abides

Take courage, soul, and sing,
sing praise

For even the deepest cold
of a darkening winter

is no match
for you