Winters Touch

Winters Touch

A Poem by Tayler

This is a poem about my birthday one year.



Winters touch is cold and strong,
Frozen fingers caress my cheek.
Sharp winds swirl around me,
Snow wraps me in the chilling folds of its cloak.
Though it’s freezing,
At 15 degrees,
I’m dressed insensibly,
In sweat pants and an over sized t-shirt,
My thick winter coat pulled hastily over.
It’s my birthday,
And I’m spending it alone.
Not that I mind,
My friends were busy.
It’s really horrible to have a birthday
The day after Valentines,
Everyone is busy, with family and friends.
Near midnight,
A little less than two hours after the time of my birth,
It was snowing.
This wasn’t a small flurry of snowflakes,
No these snowflakes were massive,
Falling quickly to the ground to blanket the ground,
In February.
It’s amazing,
The snow silences the sound of the night,
I yanked on my snow boots and step outside,
Careful not to wake my sleeping dad,
The snow crunches under boot.
I walk up the street,
Stopping under a street light,
Its white light bathing the dark air around me,
I’m struck by the beauty,
The silence of the night,
Snow so pure and white,
As it clings to my dark hair,
Offering a sharp contrast.
Ignoring the sting of the cold on my cheeks,
I lift my arms and spread them wide,
And spin.
Slowly at first,
Then gaining speed,
Under the streetlamp
And the snowy sky.

© 2009 Tayler

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Some very realistic pictures of Winter you have painted here, yet laced with a dash of enchantment.
I found the whole read quite interesting. Very well crafted!

Posted 12 Years Ago

just beautiful! good job tayler.

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