In honour of it being officially winter, with all the snow, and in honour of the Poetic Voices topic, I'm posting a poem I wrote. enjoy!
smell of snow
Thick woolen hands pushed deep into pockets
seeking comfort in their seam-strained depths.
Grey twilight falls heavy and cold
swaddling all that it touches.
Winter fills my lungs like frozen cotton
and ghosts itself into the coming night.
Huddled down in a mound of fleece and flannel
I make my way into the speckled darkness.
There is nothing but the smell of snow
and the unmistakable sound underfoot.
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