Cosy – or Not?

Surely it’s a winter thing, cosiness –

a matter of blankets and log fires,

of curling up on a couch with a good book,

cuddling with a furry dog or cat,

or hugging your favourite person.

It’s hot scones fresh from the oven,

your grandmother’s well-padded lap

when you were small, or your Mum’s

comforting arms, your Dad’s firm chest

to lean into, safe and sound.

It can’t be a summer thing –

when instead of hunkering down

we open, spreading our arms

to the broad sky, the sunny air,

the call of forest or ocean.

Summers, we go out – bold 

for new adventure, eager to embrace

rather than be embraced by

life in its many joys. We leap, 

shed our clothes, dance, celebrate! 

Written for Friday Writings #56: Cozy at Poets and Storytellers United. (But I spell it Australian, i.e. UK English not USA.)