Winter

A short poem about Winter

Winter sighs as it shines,

Weary of all the white,

It would like to color outside of the lines,

Just once, make it a more colorful bright.

 

Most shy away,

Bitten by its sharp cold,

But for today I’ll stay,

For it reminds me of your hold.

 

Winter is almost all alone,

Hurt by everyone’s neglect,

So it chills to the bone,

Hoping next it will be the season you select.

Author's Note

Thoughts?

Reviews

[Ahmad Cox]

Aww. Poor winter. It does get neglected. I will have to make sure to show winter a little more love next time around. Enjoyable read. :)