Composed 1/5/17
Description: Brrrr… Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Tempted.
Shut inside a kitchen flash freeze
With windows that welcome this wintry breeze
Lungs crystalized with breaths that wheeze
Shaken from shoulders to cheeks to knees
It’s tempting to beg and tempting to plead
It’s tempting to run to the covers
And never leave
Composed 1/5/16
Description: An odd wish, I suppose.
I wish I was a girl of ice
So I could fearlessly
Walk out in the ruthless cold
And stroll among the flurries
I see my empty eyes
Reflective like the shallow lakes
As the wind grasps my dress and blows
A distant, lonely, lovely sound
As the world glitters and rests
I want to witness it
The beauty of a frozen night
Rawly, a girl made of ice
Composed 1/6/15
Description: n/a
There’s something about the cold
The howling of relentless wind
Through the silhouette of trees in the openness
And the gray blue mist of night
Of listening and watching while trapped huddling inside
That makes me feel as if
I’ve travelled across the ocean to a place I’ve never been
A new lonely adventure
Composed 11/13/14
Description: Inspired by the latest cold snap. Something more light and fun and, dare I say, more Shel Silverstein than my usual style. Let me know what you think!
It’s sweater in bed weather
It’s wrap up your head weather
It’s sweater in bed and wrap up your head and toast til your red
weather
It’s a blankets for clothes morning
It’s a shuffle your toes morning
It’s a blankets for clothes and shuffle your toes til the hot shower flows and right in you go
morning
It’s an icicle hair walk
It’s a slippery stairs walk
It’s an icicle hair and slippery stairs for as long as you dare in the air you can’t bear til you get to your lair
walk
It’s a crash through the door evening
It’s a fire and smores evening
It’s a crash through the door then fire and smores with hot chocolate poured til hot to the core and cuddle some more until we both snore
evening
It’s sweater in bed
weather
Composed 10/31/14
Description: Why is the weather always TERRIBLE on Halloween? As I fought my way through icy winds, sleet, and snow this evening I asked myself this question many times. Here is my best guess as to why this is likely the case.
The spirits of dead
And those who guard them in the ground
Arise from their lands and fly
Blocking out the sun
And all warmth from this world
So tangible are their haunted souls
The chill they bring fills the air
Manifesting in such icy winds
That sleet falls from the darkness high
And brings chill to body as well as mind
Composed 4/14/14
Description: (Day 14 of NaPoWriMo) Inspired by WDBWP’s prompt, Reverse Acrostic, in which we were encouraged to (you guessed it) write an acrostic poem (but with the acronym consisting of the ending letters). However, we had a set list of words to choose from. As today was a drizzly, cool day, my choice was obvious.
I tend to thrive on the coolest of days
When bright sunbeams vanish with an icy adieu
And liquid mountain air drips down
Steaming like kisses on my heated cheeks
Bundling, shivering gives me a high
In which I conquer ennui
And for days I splash without abandon
Yet my body yearns for something else
Composed 2/17/14
Description: Well, it’s time to write about the now-cliche topic of the freakish winter we’ve been having. Yes, I live in one of those places that achieved a windchill of 40 below zero. Yes, I live in one of those places that has been colder than Antarctica (and sometimes Mars) on a semi frequent basis. Yes, I now no longer consider it “cold” outside unless my nose hairs freeze upon exiting a building. But, even now, as the extreme cold has (generally) subsided, winter is not done with me yet.
No, snow is a ceaseless reality around me. It snows and stays for days, and, once the sidewalks are clear, it snows again. I’ve forgotten what the ground looks like. Even when the snow is pushed away, thick sheets of ice conceal the earth. Looking at pictures from early in the school year, where everyone is wearing skirts and sweat-stains, is like looking at pictures of a different planet. Everyone here, including me, is thoroughly done with winter.
But it doesn’t ever stop. Take today, for instance. A relatively pleasant morning (and by pleasant I mean positive temperatures), followed by an afternoon of tiny ice pellets RAINING FROM THE SKY. And this was not even the occasional ice pellet. No, this was a thick spring shower… with ice.
At least that was unique. But no. By late afternoon, here we are again, with a heavy shower of thick white snow puffs falling from the hazy, snow-white sky. I walk inside the school cafeteria, flinging water on my friends. Soon after, it’s snowing so hard it’s impossible to see feet in front of you.
But despite all this, I must admit… Fresh snow is quite pretty all the same.
Oh, Mister Winter
You take my breath away
Your very skin is glitter
And it sparkles night and day
You press fresh kisses
On my cheeks, hair, eyelashes too
Whisper so I’ll reminisce
Bring energy of youth
You charm me with
The way you spread
Beauty where dark filth
Once bred
You grasp me tight
And don’t let go
Until I’m chilled
Down to the bone
You slow me down
And trip me up
Send me swerving down the lane
I’m out, I can’t
I’ve lost control
I won’t see another day
But when I’ve sprawled
Out in the cold
I look to the sky and see
The glossy shine of
Icy pines
And light snow-covered cities
Against my will then I smile
And there erase my pity
Oh, Mister Winter
You’re lucky you’re so pretty
Composed 1/3/14
Description: I think I’m going to try and write more poetry this year — and more poems about the daily events of my life. Stuff that I can look at ten years from now and go “ah, yes, I remember that person, that feeling, that day.” Everything from fun nights with friends to whatever I’m thinking that particular day. So I wrote something this evening, and I think it says a lot about me.
I sit on the floor
Stuffed in two blankets
And a hat
Because
I refuse to move
From my solitary haven
Even when its
Covered in ice
Composed 12/16/13
Description: While this has, in general, been a rather warm week, winters have the habit of taking a sudden turn. And, like today, some days the cold is just unbearable.
On cold winter nights
When I bundle up under layers of warmth
I think about those
On the outside
And shiver
Composed 11/29/11
Description: This is a poem I wrote several years ago; though, it is one that continues to be relevant to me. I saved posting it until now (for obvious reasons).
It’s not summer when I miss you
When the sun is warm on my skin
And shining
And there’s running
And laughter
And fresh water
Splashing against my face
It’s winter
When snow falls and we bundle up
Eager for warmth
Eager to cling to each other
To sit by the fire
And hold deep conversations
While drinking hot chocolate
That is when I look up
To the sky and wonder
Where you are
It’s winter when I long for
The exhilarating rush of
The frigid wind whipping my cheeks and
Laughter as we crash
Rolling around in the snow
It’s winter
When we are thankful for each other
And eager to please others
To love
And be loved
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