When Beauty Calls
It is not the snow. It is the cold.
Rabid and harsh.
Your breath freezing on your beard as you breathe,
A wiser man might not be standing here,
outside with a camera, just to capture the stillness,
but wisdom is not always your forte
when beauty calls.
About this poem.
My wife calls me practical. Mostly I am. But when faced with beauty, in nature or people.
Hopeless.
Kind of a love poem, but you have to look close.
Tom
PS – the picture was taken on the way to my favorite diner. Tomorrow the high is to be 2 degrees.
Quarry House 
Tom, the subtle beauty of the picture is amazing – the hint of nature’s Sepia Tone provides the contrast.
Secondly, I appreciate your About this Poem comments: “…when faced with beauty, in nature or people.
Hopeless.” Your authenticity is admirable.
Stay safe and warm, Friend.
Kind words. Thank you so much. Nature makes the picture. I just add the eye.