Heather Burns


Winter's Chill


Winter arrived no warning
snow covered the ground

like a weightless blanket
the air was brisk

sweeping across my face
chilling to my spleen

you touched me
I was warm again.

















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Submitted: Friday, July 08, 2011
Edited: Friday, August 08, 2014

Topic of this poem: winter

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  • Rookie - 8 Points Sj Holland (8/28/2013 2:11:00 PM)

    Aha! The touch of someONE is able to reheat, lol. We know this is true. But how much more interesting is what you wrote about the effect of the wind chill. Chilling to the spleen, lol. And how much more wonderful does home and a steamy cup of soup, or coffee, or tea seem when we're out in that bone-chilling winter breeze. Do you feel it? (Report) Reply

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