Warmth

No one is alone.

It is freezing outside.

It is difficult to breathe.

But there is one person out there,

silently clearing every last leaf.

The streets are quiet.

Not a single shadow is seen.

But the diligent person is not alone,

for she is the kindest queen.

She is named the Sun,

Mother of All.

Her dazzling light shone through the cold air,

surrounding the man as a warm wall.

Her lovely smile has turned white to green,

turned death to life,

turned despair to joy,

turned coldness to warmth.

The pale snow is fading.

The leaves start to sprout.

Perhaps Winter is leaving,

and that quiet man is going to be the first scout.

To scout for Spring.

Reviews

[Confuser]

Thought it was beautifully written; Mother son ; it is quite nice. Your writing is very peaceful. Thank you.

[Kami Grace]

Thanks for reading and leaving a lovely review! :)

[Confuser]

When I clicked on the notice for your review, I was directed to an advertisement; when I tried clicking on information about this Writerscafe at the bottom of the page. The same ad appears. I wonder, or I'm wondering, if this site is free at all. Kinda weird, but greed never surprises me. Anyway, your writing is wonderful. Thankyou.

[Wuji]

I liked this very much, I felt it created the same buzz in my mind as when you hear a new language. The words were chilled and created peace while reading them (something I sometimes experience when reading Du Fu for instance).

[Kami Grace]

Thank you for your time and review! I'm happy that you feel good reading this poem! :)