Winter Smoke

A poem I wrote while smoking a cigar out in the cold

This dead winters breath
whispers a promise of frozen
smoke that escapes my lips
and finite time that has been
stolen

Reviews

[wordman]

a short but inspiring write

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you very much

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a handful in the short poem. Stolen places and memories. Leave us wishing for better place and ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you much!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Rida Sarwar]

nice! keep it up :) its short but the words are chosen perfectly describing all your feelings :)

[LapseOfMind]

Thanks, I appreciate it =)