Bright sun, visual
heat, belies the frigid truth.
Frost nips, winds bite. Feast.

Perhaps Sven, making sure you get the best. We had an ice storm in Colorado while I lived there. No power for eight days! We did a lot of barbequeing, but my waterbed froze solid! That was very funny after it was all over. I'll keep a good thought for the next adoption. Thanks for reading my poem!
BJ