I have not published many of my early writings, including this poem.  I include it here as my holiday offering.  I hope you enjoy it.

WINTER’S BREATH 

© Wes Davis 2/2/2014

The cold North wind cuts through your coat like an icy dagger

The clear blue sky is deceptive and the sun’s warmth is brief

 Taken from you like a purse by a thief running by as you stagger

Fighting the cold, and the wind and hoping for some relief

Breath freezes as it takes its leave of you, pausing as it falls to earth

Surrendering to the shock of the frigid air

Brittle grass crinkles underfoot and the trees are bare

Yet there is a beauty in the land’s despair – simplicity in this dearth

The despair of winter will soon be gone and Spring will come

But not before winter has its say and its due course is done

All seasons are here for a reason – 

Enjoy the clean fresh snow of winter, the crisp cold air, and clear skies

Snow turns to rain, Rain turns to sunshine, spring will soon arrive

Such are the seasons. None stay too long 

Even the cold North wind will soon be gone.