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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label snow angels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow angels. Show all posts

Friday, January 25, 2013

The Girl Who Loves Winter III


Winter breeze by Pure-Poison 89

The girl who loves winter
feels lonely
in her snow globe
She talks
to the ghosts of her breaths
and dances alone
to the music of icicles dripping
and windsong

One night she prays
to her favorite snow angel
for someone to love
Come morning
she finds frozen earth
a sodden feather
and puddles of angel tears

The girl who loves winter
feels cold
in a way that she doesn’t like
This scares her

She grabs
fistfuls of snow
She builds
and builds
The girl who loves winter
builds a snow lover
with branches for arms
stones for eyes
holly berries for a mouth
ready to receive her lips

The girl who loves winter
kisses her lover
Lips blue upon blue
Cold upon cold
She is embraced
by arms just born
Caressed by hands
new to touch
The girl who loves winter
knows warmth.

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
Icicles
reached out their warm fingers to welcome her
Snowflakes
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