Winter

Something I wrote today.

Dead leaves,

dead tree,

the coldest winter yet has me on my knees.

You smile,

I cry.

The beauty of everything,

everything but you,

has been lost on me.

Searching for the beauty in the snow,

I found you.

Pale white skin,

puffy chapped lips,

and snowflake eyes.

Cold to the touch,

warm to the kiss,

all I can think about are your chapped lips.

Dead leaves,

dead trees,

but you are the one that has me on my knees.

Author's Note

I'm not big on poetry, but this just sort of happened today. Any and all criticism is welcome. :)

Reviews

[Roselyn Rose]

no criticism, love your unique way of writing your poetry. Touching, inspirational, thank you Alex for sharing with us :)

[Tashida]

Oh my God! I loved it! Talk about a very deep and alluring piece! I normally don't do it either but i'm learning to step out of my comfort zone. Please write more poetry! You're great at it.

I loved it!!