As spring is quickly upon our heels, I present to you my winter poem. It was written for my Creative Writing class, and this is the revised edition. As of when I wrote this at 6:56 pm Sunday evening, the portfolio had yet to be graded. I don’t know if when I awaken tomorrow that I will still be able to view my courses like I could the last time, so I may never know the final grades in IT or CW. I was originally going to post this next month for my National Poetry Month posts, but I decided this was a better choice. I hope you like it!
The night air stings.
As if dozens of pins are
pressed into the frozen flesh
of my once-warm face.
As I walk the lonely snow-laden roads,
I can smell the various fires that burn inside,
Making me wish I were with a warm cup of caramel coffee.
Its velvety sweetness calls me back softly.
The sky resembles the darkest of my fears:
menacing, foreboding, and whispering
of nightmares not yet unleashed.
Some nights the sky has a white shadow,
as though the mountains of snow illuminate
the sky like a beacon.
I can hear the wind howl
beyond the window.
It cries in anguish,
like it too; is disturbed by the cold.
I can smell pine trees soaked by the melting snow,
The softness of their droplets,
And the beauty they possess.
I may tire of the mundane,
sparkling white-turned-muddy-gray snow
but I shall always adore
the glow and bite
of a cold winter’s night.