Cold
January Frigid west wind Rattles the denuded trees Outside my window Round-shaped bushes Remain full and lush Seem not to mind Insulated from the cold Not a bird in sight No gulls, no pigeons Or any other winged creature They are the smart ones Then I'm proven wrong A solitary gull Flies into the wind Wings outstretched Gliding effortlessly Chilled bay waters rest While the large hulls of boats Sit idly by Awaiting the warm summer And winter's release The brown tinged grass Uncut at summer's end Bristles from nature's blows I envy its resilience While I'm cozy inside