Winter Walk

Winter Walk

A Poem by Patrick McCombs

The cold wind cuts right through 
Goosebumps appear on my skin 
Your eyes are this sweet glacial blue
And your voice is sweet and thin
I hold your hand in mine
As the snow gives under our feet
And the stars up above shine
The street barely looks like a street
It looks like a winter wonderland
Its been awhile since our last walk
And this one was a little unplanned
But you certainly can talk 
I can't really feel my face
Your face is a windblown red
You challenge me to a race
Before I can say anything you have already fled

© 2013 Patrick McCombs


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Added on June 6, 2013
Last Updated on June 6, 2013