"starkfield" poems
Snowflakes fall, heavy and thick,
silently kissing everything;
Like curious winged insects
they pause and flutter at my window.
The view from my window is you
looking back at me,
your cheeks like ripe apple-bites
red with cold, red like your bright scarf.
Like timid lovers
snowflakes kiss your eyes, your hair.
Would that I could, like the snow,
gently kiss you.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC