The small icy needles pricking my cheeks,
The brushing of wind,
Making me shiver with delight.
The snow falls.
The white crystals cling to my hair,
I brush my cheek where a flake has clung for life on.
The ice slips and cackles under my feet.
It's a silent night.
The bright moon glitters above,
Stars shine brighter as the small snow falls slowly,
The night is perfect, beautiful, incredible,
A shiver in the snow awakes my senses.
The shiver is released.
i remember when it began, a snowflake trapped in eyelashes
waking up to find my feet cold and buried white
the window menacing as crystal fangs grow
it fell faster, stalking, none the wiser but me
as the supermarkets grew slippery
and offices turned to caves made of ice
even under the sun, an avalanche
gushing like a river, the frozen powder covered all
children and birds became paper puppets in play
how odd to see the snowpeople alive
i walked, just a ghost
as it fell, and fell
but nobody saw
and nobody cared
it's not that bad
just me and the snow
and the blizzard finally blinded me
only winter left in my mind
A Passion Named December by ThomasInTheClouds, literature
Literature
A Passion Named December
There's frost on the ground.
It creates for my heart a wintry crown.
Lady Winter runs her fingers through
My hair and leaves lip imprints of blue
On my cheek.
Intrepid eyes of my pallid lover
Lead me through frostbitten paths to discover
My soul is chaotic as a blizzard.
But in your chilled breath, I am delivered
With your song whispered meek.
Scintillating in the thawed skies,
Crystallized blessings cascade down to baptize
Me in this snowy throne room.
Together, my sorrow we entomb.
I adore your flawless physique.
December, I pray your reign never end.
Even still, your impression will never descend.
Dow
Untethered spheres spin to a halt,
bored from fires long since put out.
Sighing melancholy tears into the new void,
they lie and wait for a friend long since lost.
Spring had come in a fiery explosion,
and summer slowly slipped away,
hidden somewhere under the monotonous tasks,
issued in stone by unseen guardians.
Only the cold whisper of lonely winter signaled the irreversible time passed.
A World of Winter by Arcane-Shadow-Razil, literature
Literature
A World of Winter
A world without summer or spring,
A world that does not turn,
Frozen in time and ice.
The sun cannot bless us with its kiss,
Only caress the silver clouds,
And inflame the chill.
Oceans of ice
Deserts of snow
Fields of both
Obelisks of stone,
Metal,
And ice.
Eternally standing,
Keeping watch over the burning cold.
Creatures in furs of white,
Hunt and sleep
And hope to live.
The snow
is falling
ever so slow
This
white glow
is all that we know
The punishing blizzard
The distant sun's shining
Cursed by a wise wizard
Winds wailing and whining
we took it for granted
our sun and our planet
all that was handed
has now been dismantled
So here we now lay
like sheep led astray
til the wizard's wrath fades
light brings a new day
and fights the dark
dark night away
Snowflakes
Adorn the frigid pathway
Grace the frostbitten door
Flutter in the frozen air
Like pristine butterflies
So flawless, so cold.
Glacial winds
Frost the chilled windows
Caress the freezing trees
Lace the artic breezes
Like fine ribbons of ice
So exquisite, so cold.
My heart
Is draped in subzero chains
Wrapped in numbing tendrils
Encased in a frosty cage
Like an alien, locked in a foreign world.
Eternal, everlasting
And so, so cold.
You could slip and you could fall
On this ice that's getting thin
While you talk and smash it all
And feel so safe and smart within
The snow melts slowly on our faces
The world around us, dressed in white
Right now you can't smell of roses
Because roses long have died
Everything's frozen up and cold
While looking innocent at heart
Forgetting all that has been told
And getting right down to an art
In being cruel and ignorant
And oh so busy with ourselves
Nothing seems as relevant
As our plans and our health
We now need to head back home
Before this storm will finally arrive
And blow on the slick paths that we roam
And harsh
Winter has sharp teeth and a wicked bite,
The greatest wounds given in the silence at night.
Find your loved ones, grandma's quilt, and hold on tight,
Huddle under hand sewn patches to quell the fright.
Death roams the land in its starkest white;
Lock your doors against its awesome might.
Children labor, ruddy-cheeked, while the sun is high and bright
Making cold men and angel armies who can not fight.
There will be no summer, no temperature height,
No more spring with life to bloom and delight.
There will be no autumn, no red leaves in sight,
There have been no seasons since the sudden blight.
The haloed moon hangs low as a vigi
It seemed like a blessing
The cold that dwelled within deemed quite interesting
I might be assessing this blight incorrectly
Affecting the rest of my sight of this curse
First, let me try to enlighten you
Arresting depression and constantly fighting blue
I'm impressed with the snow that blows
And knows of my restless imposed determination
Exterminating ambition; a menu of pain
Chilling winds that continue to pierce my veins
With fierce, inane conceptions of stature
The lessons of masters' conjectures are cold and
Dozing a castle within me that's frozen
Rejecting the factual sinning enclosed in
Unrelenting onslaughts of thoughts