she knows nothing—
how dare she compare the depths of winter,
to a barren wasteland of sorts
how dare she wince at the bitter wind
swearing & shaking her fist at the sky
tainting it’s name, banishing it’s nature
does she not see the beauty in the end ?
does she not appreciate the cold slumber ?
how frost sits a top naked tree branches,
delicately tracing the ground,
reflecting tiny slivers of sunlight,
oh to be embraced by it’s frigid arms
& kissed by it’s rough lips
doesn’t she know ?
This is what makes the warmth
that much sweeter
About the Creator
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Oooo, this was so intense and very beautifully written. Loved your poem!