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Winter’s Child

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

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 (C) 2018 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved

*With the onset of winter, I always think of my mother.  Yesterday would have been her birthday.  She was a “Winter’s Child”.

Author:

Penny Wilson is an international writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

6 thoughts on “Winter’s Child”

  2. Beautiful words and haunting image, Penny! I’m going to enjoy my ‘gift’ through the window until the temps get back above zero! 💞💞💞

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