An older piece, but it seemed appropriate for today. Enjoy. ❤
*I know that I am Much too early for a poem about winter. But the words “Winter’s Child” came to me and would not let me go. So I had to do something with them. I hope you enjoy. 🙂
Your eyes are icy blue;
your hair, winter white.
The sun no longer warms us,
Try as it might.
Your skin is as cold
as the lonely moon.
The stars look on with envy
as they spin their frigid tune.
The northern winds chill us
as you whisper December’s name.
A blanket of snow, your gift.
A frozen landscape, your aim.
No harm is meant to us
as the ice crystals softly drift.
For the Winter Child’s heart is tender.
The snow, a winter gift.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
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