A Touch of Winter Air

Exotic air falls cool into my chest,

A torrent sweeping deep beneath my heart;

Swift chilling passages with icy zest,

And stilling sudden gasps before they start.

Although I love the thrill of bracing air,

My face may welcome just a touch of frost;

My heart prefers a warmer berth down there,

And not a wintry bed it must defrost.

As I consider, momentarily,

A thought of venturing further outside,

A rasping cough reminds me instantly,

It’s time for me to run inside and hide.

And back into the house I must repair --

To rally from a touch of winter air.

Mick McKellar

November 2017

Every year, I have to learn the same lesson -- my lungs and cold air don’t get along well.

Mick