Cold Things are Beautiful
Cold things are beautiful:
Frost on the glass,
A cool gentle breeze
Yearning to pass.
A still winter morning,
A fresh mountain stream,
Icicles adorning
A shed’s rotten beam.
Hot things are beautiful:
The sun and the sand,
A young raging fire
That might burn your hand,
A hot summer evening,
A plate of cooked meat,
A heart with a meaning
Of someone real sweet.
-Sean Philips