Shards of icy glass
slap my sleep-lined face.
The cold, unforgiving,
like a Queen bee to her hive.
**
Air weave icicles
within in my nose; my gaze,
searching for warmth,
my gaze settles on the
cornflower sky,
dotted with
fleece white clouds.
**
Dogs limp around,
trying to escape the
bitter snow,
mirroring my
own discomfort.
**
The brutal wind,
a scout’s warning,
whistles through barren trees,
a frantic tune to winter’s melody.
**
Winds crash like a
invisible force
slamming my wool covered
body.
**
Summoning my dogs,
we seek shelter,
bitter air gripping us
like prisoners of frost.
**
The door resists, stuck fast.
I pull with my last
threads of my energy.
Warming rushes in,
like a Mother’s loving hug,
hushing the cold from our souls.
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By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (6)
"Shards of icy glass slap my sleep-lined face." is a great line to begin this Daphsam, as it instantly sets the idea of winter here as negative. This was full of imagery, and the pay-off at the end is a great way to wrap it up😊
That felt so good, to be able to feel warmth again. Loved your poem!
This poem really nails that brutal winter vibe! The cold feels almost tangible, but the warmth at the end is like a cozy hug. Love how you made the whole thing feel so real!
Ah, I thought I was cold before! Now, I'm REALLY cold. Down here in SW Florida, our temps dropped to 40-degrees. It wouldn't have been so bad but our heater isn't working (the heather is part of the a/c unit that was destroyed in the last hurricane. we're waiting for the insurance company to pay for a new one.)
I felt the freezing weather with this poem.
Perfect description a the cold