Alive

Are we all not snowmen? Snowwomen? Snowchildren?
Do we not all melt, over time?
Are we not built up of a hope to sustain the chill of the winter air,
only to blend back into the warming earth?
The chill of the winter air keeps me alive,
but what of the warmth of the summer breeze?
Can I survive, flourish, live and love in both?
One and one, each its own way?
If I love the winter, am I betraying the summer?