In the Air
Winter's March
The door creaks open
But an inch
Already
A waft of air
Intrigues the senses
Inhale
The first frost
***
The air feels different, somehow
It seems younger
It resonates at a higher frequency
It sits more lightly,
Stings a bit more sharply
A shallow breath
Tingles
From the lips
Down to the lungs
Where it falls like ephemeral snow
Winter is coming
*
The air smells different, somehow
It is cleaner
Like freshly washed towels
Crisp bed linens
A chalkboard wiped bare
A quick sniff
Brings aromas from blocks away
Coffee brewing
Bread baking
Smoke from a wood stove
Winter is coming
*
The air tastes different, somehow
Slightly more acidic
Perhaps a bit metallic
A drop of water from a frozen metal railing
A copper penny in the mouth
Like the icicle
Broken from the gutter
Melts
A mineral taste on the tongue
Like water from a cold spring
Winter is coming
*
The air sounds different, somehow
Hollower and emptier
Like the inside of a tin can
So the echoes return in force
So the crunch of each frost covered
Blade of grass
Underfoot
Resounds
The sound of the season changing
The sound of a breath suspended
Winter is coming
*
The air looks different, somehow
It is clearer
Yet somehow more opaque
With a backdrop of silvery white
The shimmering crystal frost
Adding depth and movement
The air is dancing
A ballerina’s pirouette
A couple’s waltz
Ladies wrapped in diamond gilt shawls
Winter is coming.
***
About the Creator
Killian
Words... Trees... People... Life
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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Comments (2)
Wonderful imagery. Loved your poem! Nicely Done!!!
Lovely visual and fragrant poem! Winter crisp air is wonderful and it is captured here. I loved the ending of this poem with the dance descriptions❣️