What Shall I Say About It? Poem by Robert Westlake

What shall I say about it? It cools
The body as it falls, and renders it crisp
And alert, but calm and idle. It washes away
And changes with its cleanness and soft feeling.
Its melodic hum awakens the mind to everything
Around itself. It cannot be avoided; it seeks to
Make itself known and present. The gray it creates
About itself asks a mind to think about it, to recognize
It. Its song is known; its embrace is comfort; its
Coldness is warming. What shall I say about it?

(January 26,2012)