Paper snowflakes
and hot cups of tea
frost clinging
to the branches of trees
cosy and warm
while the wind pounds
the glass with it's cold fist
what I want
is just this
the Christmas spirit sinking in
while outside all is cold
and I'm just wrapped up,
looking out on the world.
The world through the window
is smothered in grey
but I know that it will be okay
because just for now it's winter time
and soon, once again
the sun will shine
though really this is England
and I'm just saying that
so I can rhyme.
Yesterday's poem.... pah not happening. Oh well, I did say I didn't know what to expect. Not going to write a whiney poem about it because it hasn't hit that strong of an emotion. I only write sad poems when I really feel it.
The grey cloud of the sky
sat heavily on the trees
the leaves caressed by the
blowing of the chilling breeze.
All the colour beginning to drain
it's a sad view clogging up the brain
when the cracked and dry cement
and the sky look the same.
Winter is fast approaching
it's icy breath is all around
and in the middle of it all
is a lone and single sound
of our heartbeats slowing down
ready to rest our summer dreams
upon the icy ground.
Just thought I'd point out I'm using a bit of artistic license. It's not that cold yet and I actually quite like winter :') just so you don't get the wrong impression that the cold depresses me a lot, I am a fan of the woolly jumper and what not.
After being smothered by a blanket of grey
for far
far too long,
seeing a mere smudge of cotton blue
kissing the edges of grey
with golden sunlight
made the cracks in the pavement glow
the oil stains burst from the cement
like fireworks.
Winter still has its arm around the country
embracing it
everyone sharing its body temperature
but its heart is beginning to pump
and together
we're beginning to dethaw.
PS I took the picture for this one about a year ago - the two match quite well I think :)
