Ode to the Blue Season

Most would think that because You are

cold, that You are bitter and unwelcoming.

However, I know different. You are not all

of those things, except maybe cold, but that

isn't necessarily a bad thing, because You

are my favorite time of year; the sun beaming

in the sky of a cloudless day, but the heat of it

feels welcoming because of Your cool breeze.

But there are days where gray clouds block

out the blue, and those are my favorite days.

Days where it's not raining, but everything is

still and white and looks like a blanket covering

the sky. Most would think that these days are

depressing, but these days give me a feeling of

peace and contentment, for they make me feel

welcomed when the rest of the world does not.

And then there are the storms. The storms that

make you stay inside rather than brave the biting

wind and freezing rain. Make you stay inside and

curl up by a fire, no matter how cliché it is, and read a

book or listen to music or watch TV. But I am

not like most people; if I would not come out of it

unhealthy, I would stay in the storm and revel its

cold embrace. But that's impossible, so I stay inside.

And then the snow. Those white flakes drifting down

so gracefully that makes me think of ballerinas dancing

in the Nutcracker. The gentle flurries rain down like

feathers bursting from a pillow and scattering across

the room. And even though the snow and ice storms

are dangerous, I love them; their harsh power juxtaposes

the first sight of snow, and makes this time of year

exactly like my personality: multifaceted and beautiful.  

Author's Note

How do you feel about the pace of the poem? Are there any words that I could substitute in your opinion?