My First Winter - Poem by Leslie Alexis
I stand at my window and peek,
Humanly movements I seek.
The air looks clean,
I am thinking it's summer I am seeing.
It's bright and the flocks are out,
They sing, they laugh, some even shout.
The street are filled with cars,
And the nights with stars.
Again, I am thinking it's summer I am seeing.
The time comes, from the window I am moving.
My family tells me suit up, but obey I am refusing.
Only if I knew the penalty of my unbelieving.
I stepped out and immediately felt the forsaken bliss,
As nature touched me with her morbid kiss.
I was too frozen to tremble.
My hands, my face, my legs, my hairs, none of them were nimble.
I would breathe and walk into my breath.
The pain, the horror, I was so cold, I wished for death!
I tried crying so as to ease the pain,
But my tears just fell like frozen rain.
Now I tell myself, never, never, never again
Dress cute, there is no gain.
Now as I go to sleep,
Memories of 70 degrees I keep.
Copyright © 2007 Leslie Alexis
Comments about My First Winter by Leslie Alexis
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You