The cold wind slaps my face

With a sharp rebuke

Harsh winter runs its icy finger

Down my spine

Freezing feelings

Turning my fingers into icicles

My heart into a frozen icebox

All the vital signs at a crawl

Slowing and shivering.

Thoughts will thaw

When kissed by the spring

Taking over the reins

Allowing me a free run

To spread my wings, to imagine

With my face up to the sun

Feeling its warmth seep in.


37 thoughts on “Winter

  1. Oh i can totally relate to that winter feeling…we went on a holiday and it was freezing cold and much as i wanted to write a poem about winter; i can’t brain was literally freezing…lol..

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      1. Haha! I first thought you were talking about yourself, then wondered if my poem gave the impression that I was down with flu! πŸ˜…πŸ˜…
        Get well soon, my dear. πŸ’πŸ€—


      1. Oh. Ok. You’re not missing much anyway. Though I like it, I think GoT is pretty much overrated. In either case outstanding writing as always.


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