Winter

Snuggled up in the coziness

full of quilt, warmth, and covers.

Yet somehow a sharp breeze touches

The part sensitive to that hover.

There's load, yet comfort.

There's laziness, yet effort.

Of all the seasons

that come and go

Winter is the most painful.

For it's not just

about the clothes, 

scratches and cuts,

it's invisibly hurtful.

Yet for a being 

warm-blooded,

this season be 

the blessing

of hot beverage,

laughter and gifts

around the heat sitting.

The clothes lose 

their warmth somehow.

succumbing to the fall.

The day is short,

and full of call

to not be out any longer.