Winter WalkA 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 Author
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