Winter Air

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Breathing, witnessing, and waiting for the snow to touch the tip of my nose.
Standing in the winter air makes me anxious for the winter wonderland.
My arms go numb, my lips are cracking, my legs are frozen.
I close my eyes and nudge my head up..
Breathing, witnessing, and feeling as the skies release the snow. Imagine the tender snow being rubbed between your slender fingers, melting.
The snowflakes dance down and meet the ground. I could stand in the snow for hours. Yet, time is still moving, as I am frozen in Winter air. 





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Moonbeam13 said...
Apr. 12, 2010 at 5:55 am
I love the poem and winter is also my fav. season.
 
Milo! said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 11:04 am
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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