Liminal

Quiet, soft snow falls
To the west of the fence.
A sunny raindrop calls
Just east with humid sense.

Cold, creaky wind creeps
This side of the frozen wall
While hot, stagnate air keeps
Past the thorns and cricket call.

Blizzards of blindness howl
Over the line of frozen death.
Hurricanes that wail so foul
Just east with suffocating breath.

A winter lonely and devoid
On the west, dark and white.
A summer of color, destroyed
East filled with rapturous light.

Toeing the line of east to west
Winter and summer could clash.
Perhaps, if I sit in a stubborn jest
A tornadic mingle bare of thrash.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful love this it’s our hot summer here I’ll blow some heat over if I could

[Hallow]

I appreciate that. I'm a southerner that's never acclimated to the cold xD

[Dale Pavolko]

This poem reminds me of someone I know
And right now it’s winter. :-)

[Hallow]

Hopefully in good ways, haha.

[Dale Pavolko]

Indeed she’s the love of my life . But her moods can change in an instant

[Hallow]

It takes a strong person to love chaos how it needs to be loved. Hopefully, your winter will be more warm than cold. c:

[Dale Pavolko]

It’s up to about 72 right now :-)