In the depths of winter
Snowflakes fall pitter-pat
Upon my upturned face
Swirling angel acrobats
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The heaven formed macramé melts
Fall onto my fluttering eyelashes
Ice cold tears of dead snowflakes
Snowmen eyes turned to ashes
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Some lament summers end
When longer nights draw in
And the sunshine wanes like a frightened mouse
Until springtime comes again
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But I cry cold tears as snowflakes die
And in muddy puddles lie
And snowmen shed their winter pelts
And carrot noses sigh
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I will miss my cooling breaths
And frosty white exhale
That from my ice-cold lips
Leave a beautiful white contrail
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I miss the slipperiness underfoot
And the crunch of freshly fallen snow
And the expanse of thick white carpet
As yet untouched by crow or doe
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The icy pond I skate upon
The danger when it cracks
Makes my heart-rate deliciously increase
For me, that’s what summer lacks
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Summertime is too tame by far
Too multicolour hued
Too safe by comparison
To winters albino natures nude
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As for me, I lament winters end.
About the Creator
Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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