She came last night.
It had been a while.
I missed her at first, too busy fighting
Zombies and saving the world.

Her calling card of white blankets and
Grey sky fire the child in me.
Visions of snowball fights
And snowmen draw me outside.

Her icy breath burns
My throat and nostrils.
In the surrounding silence
She pulls me to the floor,

Arms and legs jerk in joy.
We play for hours, caressing,
sliding, cavorting, until her
burning touch forces me away.

Green pools appear
on her silken dress.
She starts to withdraw.
Frantic, I grab what remains.

Β© Davy D 2016


Great poem, Davy. Loved reading a larger piece by yourself. Conjured such a vivid personification of winter… Lovely πŸ™‚

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Fabulous imagery, a lot of action and emotion both, in your lines–great piece, Yes πŸ™‚ Stella (most recently Delyn)

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Davy, that was beautiful. I know I’m not supposed to use that word – beautiful – as it’s kind of meaningless. But I mean this with all sincerity – a wonderfully vivid poem.

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Wow, intense and extremely imaginative!

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I have never read about winter in such a beautiful way! πŸ™‚

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such a beautifully chilling personification of winter!! wooow!!! the imagery you used are just perfection!

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Ah winter, captured wonderfully.

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I love the part where the snow is her silken dress, and green pools appeared … rushed to grab the remains (of the foreground).

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I love this! This is brilliant, although weather is good here where I am at the moment I really felt as if I was experiencing the winter when I read this great piece. Thanks for liking my recent post which coincidentally is about the weather too but is the opposite and about the sunshine. X

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