Ode to Cold Days
by Notty Bumbo, 2015
The wind blows rough today,
Proves the earth keeps spinning.
A better metric than my head,
Turned inside out by the tides,
And preferring escape velocity
Over the travails of gravity.
The rain has swollen the world today,
Leads to another false promise.
Never where we need it,
Where the wheat will welcome its help
Getting from seed to market,
The marigold will lift its colors high.
Winter needs no help arriving,
Asks no permission to ice the world.
Step into the drift of season,
Brave the elemental changes.
In return we are granted Spring.
Payment enough, I'd say.