When Winter Stands Still

My least favorite season, yet for some reason I love standing in the snow, watching my breath.

Standing in the cold, winter’s breath gnawing at my neck,

Slapping my cheeks with no remorse, the wind accompanies,

It sneaks into my nostrils, tickles my ears, shivers my spine,

The air itself seems frozen, as if it lies in ready, rustling the leaves

 

As I stand, hugging myself for warmth, I kick up the snow,

The powder spreads out in a small cloud in front of me,

I look into the sky, the falling droplets make me dizzy,

I feel like a hawk, wild, all alone and hunting, free

 

I breath heavily into the air, a mist covers my sight,

It fades away with the wind, billowing like a liquid fire,

I smile slightly, even though I despise the cold and white,

I seem to find them beautiful, their own qualities admired

Reviews

[Michelle N. H.]

Winter is one of my favorite seasons on the other hand. I love this poem, I really do! How you make use of words to portray what it is that you see is fantastic. You're beautifully descriptive. "As I stand, hugging myself for warm", I like that phrase, it's endearing.

[Nad Ekcol]

Well done. Made me shiver just to read it.

[radio raven]

The heat of summer is near, but this cools down the thought for me.