Winter Day
crunch
white
crisp
snow
I felt the wintery
winds scrape my insides
raw
open
snowman crinkled my brow
he winked at me
melting snow flakes
tapped my nose
stuck in my eyelashes
boots grip to hold my ground
whistling ice unique sounds
sun glare caught a glimpse
wrapped scarf warm my neck
hide my silhouette beneath my coat
hat heavy sink my hair
still I am cold
gloves glued
tightly bound
fingers move
crinkling sound
walking in the dream
white canvas call
gray sky
tries to cover the sunlight
sparkling crystals
grounds magic floor
buried my feet
strangely quiet
peaceful jab
silence with tinging
glistening flare streaming
icicles dangling
falling covered tree branch
skeleton in the woods
shadows bouncing
smoke covered homes
thinking my thoughts
as I walk on
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one of my favorite things is walking at night during a heavy snow along the trails of a forest preserve. So beautiful – the sounds, the feel, the sites. yes, it is cold, but it seems worth it – just to admire the beauty.
I love that imagery Kimberley, I really dislike being cold, but there is something so magical about those crisp winter nights … This was mingled with a memory of when I was younger walking in the Midwest at night. Nostalgia that brings comfort. 🙂
Nice poem. I love the cold winter days. I especially love when they have to close school for the children. The snow really brings out a lot of laughs.
Thank you Lady Lilith BloodCrave! I can’t wait for this winter snow fall so I can play and laugh with my kids. We were in a warmer climates for several years last year was the first year they really got to enjoy it – I hope this year a bit of snowy fun. 🙂