Winters
First Kiss
In all its
Dangerous beauty
Like a lost
Maiden
In search
Of a lost
Treasure.
You come
Playing with
Your blues
And whites
A maidens
Icy fingers
Freezing
Everything
In sight.
You come
After long
Summer nights
And Cool Autumn
Mornings
Ready to play
Winters
Icy games.
You play
Winters dance
From that first
Frozen
Winters
Frost.
Cold yet beautiful
You come with
Dangers
Hidden dangers
Masked in
Beauty.
Icy fingers
Playing
Your winter games.
On the night
Of The first frost
You begin to
Everything
Into winters slumber
As they search
For shelter away
From your
Icy touch.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
November.18.2024
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Comments (2)
Amazing poem 🌸
Another great poem, Michelle.