Look At The Bright Side

Ghostly white claws
....bite
the tip of our skin
....yet
we manage to hold on.

Harsh swirls of confusion
....howl
pounding through our blood
....but
we turn the other way.

Droopy wet flakes
....stick
to anything in sight
....now
we think of them sweetly.

Despise bitter chill
....that
winter always carries
....live
like the humble sun instead.