Cold so brutal
It sears my skin
Surprise assault
To parts exposed.
Exhaled clouds
Float behind me
Leaving tracers
Of where I've been.
Seeking heat,
Rush indoors
Warm oasis, yet
Succumb to shivering.
Inhale warm air deeply,
Gratefully.
Stand at frosted window
To peer outside.
The ground glitters
With icy flashes
Shattered, scattered mirrors,
Reflecting peril.
About the Creator
Terry Roe
Some people paint, others dance, and happy people sing. Writing is the white space that allows me to color some moods, move some thoughts, and hum some tunes.
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Comments (3)
That rushing inside to feel warm air felt like heaven. Loved your poem!
You can definitely feel winters sting, with this one! Beautiful writing...
Beautifully written. Gives the chilly winter cozy vibes 😊