He is the bipolar aspect of nature

For when he is sunny, he is pleasant

His hesitant touch

Strokes your sun-warmed features

And soothes the burn of the heat

He fingers tendrils of your hair

Between his gentle fingers

He caresses the nape of your neck like a lover

And calms you

But he can be cold as well

He has a dreadful, quick temper

He can easily bite your exposed skin

And chill you to the bone

He whips your hair askance

Where he used to smooth it softly

And he is a nuisance at those times

He is indeed a twofaced trickster.


Another nature poem... yeah. R&R!