Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Girl Who Loved Winter Redux

photo by RedFraction
 It had been too long
since she had last walked in the cold
The grey sky burned with longing
reached out their warm fingers to welcome her
like butterfly kisses
found her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids
and finally, her hungry tongue
The wind
an impassioned lover
bit her neck
pulled at her clothes
left her raw and pink and glistening
The girl who loved Winter
flew with the snow angels.

submitted for We Write Poems, Prompt #95, The Other Side of Nature


Mimi Foxmorton said...

And how lucky she is!

Trellissimo said...

You manage to make winter sound inviting...

Fireblossom said...

I loved the first one, and I love this one, too!

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done...enjoyed your words...thanks for sharing