Hiding away from the summer sun;
Heating concrete, bleeding feet,
Baking through; draining.
Finding shade, still in my parka of flesh.
I'm exhausted by so many shining faces.
And snow falls soft and clean-
Gentle kisses on my burning cheeks.
Brave the cold and search for warmth in icy snow.
November comes and frigid winds;
Biting cold sinks into me.
Layer on my callous hide and find a raging fire.
I love this cold so much more,
I hope the Sun never comes back.
