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.
A Teacup Full of Stories 
You have so much great ideas and you were able to put it all in this outstanding poem, darling. I love it.
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Aw thanks I’m glad you enjoyed it x
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