When a brisk breeze this time
of year hits my face... I whence.
The cold has a unique furry and
the pain of it surges through to
my bones. I anticipate as I see the
trees near me move, and know that
seconds from my visual there will
be that gust. I can run to my destination
to avoid this sharpness. That is all I
can do. As this shrill whistle pierces
my ear, I feel the shiver enter my
body. Once I am inside... I still feel it...
...the blood in my cheeks. The frosty
remainder in my skin and then the
warmth envelops me. I am sheltered
from the grimness of winter.
Copyright 12-31-2008©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet poet friend Sarah an awesome poem nice cold frosty words i love it wish u all the best honey happy new year for a strong start Pampero