Omens of Cold

Awakening in a world of white,
Early, I suppose, these days.
August snow memories,
From childhood come to life.

Smiling in bathrobe warmth,
Fresh coffee and newspaper.
My lover sitting beside me,
Her smile colors the world.

Gas stove fights the cold,
Burns ice from windowpanes.
Reveals nature’s glory,
Painted on white this fall day.