In a curl, I have met the calm of my winter,
Underneath raw, midnight skies
And through moonlight and trees,
Opalescent reflections and linear auras.
Pure white and jagged jewels form
With each cold feather passing down
Through the air, resembling
A heavenly glow, I yearn to touch.
Everything is casually unseen here,
And the warmth from the cold
Silences my tethered soul,
Drifting away from frigid mood.
As a child,
I shall see another winter
As a woman,
Within the other seasons, I shall belong.
Even the seasons mature as we grow in age! The winter you enjoyed as a child is different from the winter you watch now! Enjoyed the onset of winter in your beautiful words! Thanks for your comment on my poem POET!
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There is something mysterious about this poem which I like very much.