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. Haa haaa …..I meant I am down with flu …and could feel the chill with your words ……..I was too lazy to type that time 😜. But I am glad you are better

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      2. 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€—


  2. A beautiful way to capture the lengthening of days. May your harvest include the continuing verve with which you write. WInter has to acquiesce to spring, eventually. Loved the use of figurative language here.

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      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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