February

Cold cheeks
Colder with the wind
Arctic chill
Blowing across the fields
Drifting snow
Moving faster
Faster towards the tree-line
At the edge of the field
Where snowmen stand
Guarding us from intruders
But they can't stop the snow
Blowing past in a rush
By the freezing breeze

Reviews

[DaniElle LaPointe]

Lovely. As are you my friend. We should write one together.

[Bare trees]

I can feel a bit of suffering, tolerance and endurance in this. The mind can conjure up many scenarios from this simple poem.

At the edge (of) the field

[Marc]

Thanks, and thanks for pointing out the typo. Appreciate it!