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Fey: Winter’d Little Girl

by Alison McKenzie


If I told you
I was the coming winter snows,
Would you lie down in
The pristine drifts of my soul
Until the bitter winds
Drove you back to
The warmth of home’s hearth?

I am whispering
Through the fade of
Love’s question,
For I will eventually
Trickle away
While you endure
To face February
And the debut
Of a brand new spring.

10/15/2015

Posted on 10/15/2015
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/19/15 at 08:15 PM

Beautiful seasonal/spiritual composition/allegory, Ali.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/20/15 at 12:23 AM

Every line in this is so well thought out. "I am whispering Through the fade of Love’s question," my favorites this read through. Great flow and subtleties.

Posted by Rob Littler on 10/20/15 at 03:47 PM

...there is no cold like cold wet windy cold. So cold it is hot to the touch. Fierce. Like you.

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