An icy, bleak
nonchalance
as the winter bites and gnaws
razor sharp and a sting to touch
disbelief in a hopeful thaw

when suddenly a gasp of light
as spring lifts its wings
budding blooming beauty
and the joy with which it brings

a blinding wave of heat erodes
as we are baked to the core
kissed and bronzed we run
carefree, seeming never to thaw