I am wrapped in cold
Ice freezing my hands and heart
Until I cannot feel
/
Behind me are shadows of good memories
Ahead, I cannot see
There is only this field covered in morning frost
And a donkey hiding from the cold
/
He stands against the fence,
His breath misting the air
He greets me with love
or what feels like love
And hope
/
He anchors me as the wind passes over us
A quiet, singular moment
I have apples for us to share
And deep affection.
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Archery Owl
Father and Friend
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Comments (4)
I love donkeys! I clicked on the poem for the image of it, and I didn't regret. Such a kind and caring poem.
Aww, mind kind of person! The donkey was grateful, and we are too, for your kindness. Sharing is caring.
Oh wow, this one is soft, cold and quietly glowing! It’s a moment that reminds you you’re still capable of feeling. And you captured that beautifully. ✨
This flows so well and feels familiar.