It’s warm,

The heat prickles on my skin,

You reach for the cream,

Something cool to bathe in.

Today is cooler,

Warmth is there but the breeze is colder,

Leaves are falling,

Perhaps they’ll stick to me.

The cold has set in,

Snow drifts echo around me,

Setting me ready for you.

The breeze is warming,

Preheating the oven,

Bake me at 150,

To nourish your soul.