Winter

The winter wind

biting and cold

fighting

tackling my bones

Burying the promise

repenting to the sky

I lean for your kiss

blossoming red, I am shy

The laughter in the air

I watch the moon

the stillness we still share

I know I'll leave here soon

This season is the hardest

the gray gets you down

it's comforting regardless

though ice clings to the ground

Dreaming as the snow falls

I only pretend

I long for your call

I long for the end

Reviews

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This is a lovely write and I have the exact same feelings toward winter, it is the hardest. I find it hard to write of nature and always admire these writes, you've done well here!