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Winter

An Ode to the Season

By Lyss M.Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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The pines atop the mountains we drove before hitting Lake Tahoe. Taken by me.

I am in love with Winter

the winter I've never touched

the cold dust perfume that sits in the crevices of mountains

the chill that is graced upon my frostbitten soul

I'm in love with the winter that

sways the branches of the pine

the one that reminds me, it doesn't hurt to age

I have a special love for the winter that betrays its existence

to make way for its lover, Spring

the deadly, blue lips that trail kisses

down my spine leaving me to breathe smoke into the air

Oh, my dear winter

may you forever sting my skin

and leave my nose red and cheeks the color of the rose you destroy with

your touch

may you always leave me bitter and raw with every moment passing

and oh my winter,

may you forever inlight my flame

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Lyss M.

I am eighteen years old and have no idea what I am doing.

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