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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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