Winter's Chill

Winter arrived
without
a warning
Snow covered
the ground
Like a weightless
blanket.

The air was
brisk
sweeping
across my face,
Chilling to my
spleen.

You touched me
I was warm again.

poem by Heather BurnsReport problemRelated quotes
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