there are better ways to describe winter.
there are better ways to describe a storm.it's so still,
and the temperature makes a good weighted chilling step. It takes time to get there. The day is filtered grey, clouds are dense and trudge across the sky with patience.I do like the wait of winter.
It's stillness
It's slumber.
Not tiring
but in the way one wakes from a dream
similar to hitting shockingly brisk airA pause, a recollection of senses, a sharp inhale of breath.
And a movement slower, and more cautious than before
I'm awake in the cold
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Winter nights are the best, they last forever.
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Untitled Anthology for the 20 somethings
PoetryMoulding myself into something I'm not. a love letter to all the sweetly gorey things and afflictions that are a part of being a young adult like love, insecurities and vulnerability in 15 parts. Image: "Connected, Communicating" Noah Kocher.