You kept me warm all winter long;
Protecting me from Cold's attack.
You rested softly on my lip -
Caressed my cheeks from front to back.
Seldom perfect. Wild. Untamed.
T'was only grooming that you'd lack.
And though I cast you off today,
I have no doubts that you'll be back.
- A tribute to my beard (Fall 2007-Spring 2008)