Winter Air: A Poem

Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I wrote this evening, and please leave me some feedback in the comments, as I’m always looking to improve. Thanks!


A chill wind bites through the air,

Nipping its sharp teeth against your face, your hands

Buried deep inside your pockets trying to grasp

The last of the lingering warmth left inside your fingers;

The crisp of the air slices through your nose,

A sharp scent of frost harbouring in your lungs.

The blue sky above is pale, contrasting

The deep reds of the last leaves that cling

To the branches of the skeletal trees;

Your scarf muffled around your face

Brings a comfort against the cold, as do

The snaking fingers of the hand

You hold tightly in your own.


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