It's easy to forget

the Winter inside of me

that comes when the time for nature

to change her seasons

has arrived.

First the Autumn chill,

the changing of green landscapes

to yellow and maroon

and shortly after, to grayish hues.

Darker times are coming;

Winter is never too far behind.

But in the center of the vast iciness,

the grey horizon meeting the white and tenebrous Earth,

there is an ultimate beauty:

an understanding

that this is the essence of life.

An ebb and flow of warmth and lightness,

darkness and somber dusk's.

It is only natural

to feel the way my Mother does

year after year.

There is comfort among the cold

that wades within me.