Surprisingly, the weather
has nothing to do with this poem.
It was only when I looked up
from my writing that I noticed
the sun coming in the window.
I laid down my pen and reached out
to catch a sunbeam. I saw it,
I felt it’s warmth on my hand,
but when I tried to hold it,
                                it slipped away
and all I ended up with was a hand
full of air where the sunbeam had been.
On a chilly day in December, I guess
that’s not such a bad catch.