The freezing point of beauty

Poem about a winter night

The deck, ice cold on your bare feet.

Your breath transforming its self into vapor as it leaves the warmth of your body,

aching to return.

But no such luck on a night like this.

Still. Bone chilling. Wonderful.

The night sky reflects this utter amazement,

the emptiness of space, filled throughout with points of light, of warmth.

The stream nearby, flowing water.

The only sound to break the

Silence of night,

between the blades of frosted white grass,

the sound of trickling water

and your breathing are the only sound.

The only recognition you’re still alive,

still conscious,

not lost in the beauty,

the cold,

the gracefulness of night,

so few sounds,

barely audible,

say so much.

The stars twinkle above,

everything is still, chilled,

below the freezing point,

of beauty.

Reviews

[Laureeann]

That was beautiful you are very descriptive