The warm Sun on my face, as I lie on my couch,
Makes we calm enough to cease everything and slouch..
Winters are harsh, ever cold, always bitter and relentless,
Adding nothing to my routine except waywardness and stress..
For days on end biting my ears, her shroud of nevernding chill,
Any and all joy sucked out, all avenues of happiness it seemed to kill...
And then, today, lo and behold, out comes the golden grandpa of the sky,
And sure enough, all the cold worry he did successfully fry..
Reaching into my mind I do this comparison to the lives we live,
Where routine is winter, and the sun is the warmth our family and friends give..
Frying away the negatives life throws our way with their mere presence,
Making each memory smoulder in our hearts, enabling a natural form of defense..
Everyday challenges may bring unlimited and difficult to contain cold,
But it all fades in the bright warmth of the collective F&F gold!
