The Cold Sting of Now

Morning.
A splash of light.
A splash of color.

They are calling for warmth.
A melting of snow,
But I will not allow predictions

to rob me of the now.
For there is beauty to be had,
Even in the cold sting of now.

About this poem

A poem about living in the moment. A poem about gratitude. A poem about politics and the times we live in. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken across the street from my home in West Pawlet, VT.

Tom