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Winter
by Leandra K BrossardI breathe into my hands to warm them,
I marvel at the rushing sound of breath.
Tiny shards of stardust filter down around me,
the silence in the afternoon complete.
An insulating layer of white consumes,
steadily welcoming all to its embrace.
I alone stand out against the cold,
surrounded by that which I can seldom reach.
They mock me, the heavens do,
bringing into reach that which I long for.
Only to have it melt and break my heart again,
revealing the sky, it's home, where I can no longer reach it. 01/12/2004 Author's Note: I'm not really happy with this, tonight wasn't a good time to write apparently, but I had to get something out to work with...
Posted on 01/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Leandra K Brossard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dana E Brossard on 01/12/04 at 01:22 PM I don't know, I enjoyed it, I'm rather partial towards winterscapes, but I think it's a beautifull piece. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/12/04 at 02:52 PM you approach and enter the landscape of the season effectively, I enjoyed it immensely. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/14/04 at 02:57 AM Quite lovely symbolism. Snow respresenting the heavens. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/31/04 at 06:05 AM B-r-r-r-r shiver, nice to read. I must turn up
our heater, be back in a sec....Charlie |
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