a poem about the weather.

it's days like
this
that make me happy
to be alive,

when
i can step outside
and see my breath
in front of my
face
and i must
pull my socks up
to keep my ankles
warm
and
i make my own
little cocoon
of sweaters,
jackets,
and scarves
to protect me
from the
cold,

and the sun is out
but it doesn't seem
dangerous,
and it doesn't seem
angry,
not today

i am sitting on
my porch
warming my hands
with a hot
cup of coffee,
watching the birds
as they from from
tree
to
tree
and listening
as they speak
such sweet
poetry

today,
i am happy,
thankful for this gift
mother nature has
given me,

ignorant of the fact
that
one hundred years
from now,
it may never be like this
again,
when the ice melts
and we drown
in the sea

but that is so
far away
and i'll be dead
by then
anyways

it's days like
this
that make me happy
to be alive