Cold is freshly fallen snow
Gathering at your ankles
Like icing sugar dusted
On a freshly baked sponge cake
Cold is cleaning your teeth
And letting your brain sparkle and zing
Cold can be a jolt or a refreshing change
Cold can be touched, felt
But is not tangible
Or is it your cold fingertips on a frosty day
Or a polished silver spoon
Ready to serve up jam
Cold can be a feeling inside
When everything overwhelms you
And you feel numb
Like an icicle
Without cold we would not feel
The pleasure of the sun
Warming our faces on a spring day
Without cold blue skies
We would not see the lingering moon at dawn
Patches of stars fading as the day begins
Cold to me is bright and salient
An important way of marking time and space
Of placing myself in the world
Cold is part of life
And we can enjoy it
If we so choose
Like a mouthful of cake
It can melt like fairy dust on our tongues.
