I know I live in Colorado, and there is snow.
Why do I dread it so?
As a child, it meant sledding-
running, playing, snowmen and snowball fights.
Now, it’s cold, prevents activity, and longer nights.
Winter’s dusty blue skies only make me pine,
For warmer days and sunny sky.
My perspective has changed,
does that mean I’m so old,
that I can’t enjoy the seasons and the bitter cold?
Are the bones I once had not resistant to the bitterness?
Are the older bones now making me unwilling,
to even build the snowman I once did in my youth?