Feb 2016
The snow comes.
White apostrophes
glide to the ground.
Footprints sleep
outside homes,
along paths
glazed with cold.
Our cheeks
bloom strawberry,
our breath whispers
into the night
and kissing you
is like handling ice.
Our frosted lips
melt together.
White apostrophes
glide to the ground.
Footprints sleep
outside homes,
along paths
glazed with cold.
Our cheeks
bloom strawberry,
our breath whispers
into the night
and kissing you
is like handling ice.
Our frosted lips
melt together.
Written: February 2016.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time, similar to my last piece which was also inspired by some Lorca work. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time, similar to my last piece which was also inspired by some Lorca work. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
