Winter White
Musings of a Canadian girl
Painted scene on my eyelids,
all blended together
White.
Bundled in a parka, hat, and gloves,
boots to tread along.
White.
Where the untouched snow
meets the rising sun
and sparkles.
White.
Warm breath on cold air
puffing like a dragon.
Here, muted, are the day sounds
of cars whizzing by
and the track markings
I follow
down quiet suburban streets.
Where the glare from the sky
explodes on 'lawns'.
White.
Sleeping trees adorned with fluff,
sweet sap flowing still
reaching over me and
creaking with the breeze.
White.
On the front porch
boots stamped and I sigh,
exhale into the air
that turned my cheeks pink.
Step into the warm house
and close the door on all the
Winter White.
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
Got bit by the writing bug.
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Outstanding
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Heartfelt and relatable
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Comments (1)
Absolutely beautiful writing! I also love winter weather, so calming and refreshing. Loved the style of this poem with the punctuations of 'white' throughout. Amazing!