Coastpoet

I see the cold
linger on the winter air
and know the season

is strong in its place.
There is no reason
for it to move on

except that it must
as all seasons move
when their stay is done.

It is the routine
of what has always been
and the way

of what always shall be.
The cold winter air
greets me for a moment

and in the smallness
of that moment
I remember the child

as he played with no concern
for the seasons that moved
in their special way.

©Coastpoet