I Am The Son Who Brings No Warmth

Cold, you are;

unwelcoming.

No warmth in you,

no joy,

no love for life

or what it brings,

the sweet things

that warm our souls,

love and kindliness,

or, settling for less,

mere contentment.

You are cold like winter

in your discontent,

unhappy with your life,

unhappy with me,

though perhaps

even more so

with yourself.

Perhaps I bring

the winter

with me.