A Frigid Gale

How winter makes some of us feel and how the cold can affect our souls.

Steamed breath and numbed faces,
unable to stay in our places.
The sting of winter's fiesty crisp,
the longing for summer's days missed.
Ear to ear wool covered cheeks,
tears of the cold from the corners leaked.
The frigid gale that pierces our homes,
our forgotten snow covered garden gnomes.
The sound of the shovel splitting the ice like an egg shell,
what it takes to stay warm in this frozen hell.
The howl of old man winter sneaking through my window seams,
as looking through the frame portrays the blizzard as a dream.

 

Reviews

[Rose Kavanagh]

As a fellow Canadian, I can attest to how accurately this poem (especially the title) describes our winters, haha. My only comment is that "feisty" is misspelled, but that's probably just a typo. Lovely work!

[Riley Jules]

Lol ! Oh man I just noticed that oops. But thank you :)

[Jack...]

Well living in South Texas I can only imagine what your winters are like, but hopefuly at some point or the other they are like your poem...beautiful

[Riley Jules]

Wow thank you so much, and yes they definitely are freezing ! Haha

[Shadey Jadey]

This is a wintery dreamland. Described beautifully. Great write

[Riley Jules]

thanks :) thats a typical canadian winter for you ! haha