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Desolate Grounds of Winter

Poetry By: Midnight Black Cat
Action and adventure

Things about winter

Submitted:Nov 29, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I look upon the desolate grounds covered in frost in a wonderous, pondering gaze
Then up to the clear starlit sky as the stars dance across the sky as the night progresses
While from the thin wisps of clouds small snowflakes fall onto the lashes of my eyes
I rub my eyes clear of the flake then in curiousity I put out my bare hand beside me
Snowflakes fall onto the palm of my hand, but almost instantaniously melt
Pure yet sharp, Cold yet Warm, Heavy yet light
Look through my eyes and you will see that winter's winds are pure, no added scents but they can be like pins and needles when touched against bare skin
You would also see that winter is cold but warm as the snow in itself is cold but gives more oppertunity for lovers to embrace tighter for warmth
Lastly, snow can be heavy enough to knock trees down and cave in the roof of a home but at the same time each snowflake is light enough to be barely felt
Look through my eyes, theses things you will see
Hearken the winds, how they howl, how they make their own melody
Singing in the mountains, from the lowly whispers murmered among the trees to the high pitched screams of the mountains overlooking cliffs and peaks
Or the simple serene silent breezes of the valleys moving over the frozen streams
Listen close enough and you might hear the words that the winds relay back and forth
But listen too closely and you may not like what you hear
Mind the hearth of the fireplace, tend to the flames to ward off the chill of winter
Being in the arms of a loved one is always the best feeling, made even better by winter
The embrace made warmer as both people or maybe only one person tries to stay warm
Even holding each others hand is warmer
Of course, against the coldness of winter the love and caring of loved ones always triumphs
Sparkeling in the sunlight
Glistening in the moonlight
Winters beauty is indescribably vibrant
Whether it's cloaking the branches of the trees like capes
Or falling on the windowpane outside your window
I look upon the desolate grounds covered in frost, and I smile to myself as I begin to walk, loving the sound of my footsteps crunching the snow with each step forward


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