Jackson Hole


the seasons we experience define how we live

our senses take in what the world has to give

the spring and the fall have some redeeming traits

fresh and new, cool and old, eager to compensate

the summer is long and our activity is high

strong heat of the day, subtle coolness at night

but the winter is when i feel most alive

while others hibernate, i just seem to thrive

there’s something about the bite in the wind

that tingles and singes and brittles my skin

an invigorating discomfort that resembles pain

still seems somehow pleasant to my misinformed brain

it brings an alertness that is otherwise pale

a zest for the elements of which to avail

for during the summers my arms i forget

and in the springtime showers i’m boringly wet

the autumn has its beauty, at least one sense is appeased

but for me the cool weather is but only a tease

for the harshness of winter that chills to the bone

the beauty of snowfall is like cream in a cone

the silence that follows when the rustle is gone

brings a peace and delight where once there was none

yes i love my dear winter, with its cold blue embrace

the wind-drawn tears from my eyes are its kiss to my face

spring to summer, then to autumn, the finale is here

i’m grateful for seasons, especially that one most severe


I feel winter.  Do you have a favorite season?  What sets it apart for you?


About Delton

Dad, husband, drummer, cyclist, writer, poet, and Christ-follower. Right-brained dreamer solving left-brained problems. Trying to relate in new and creative ways. View all posts by Delton

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