wisp of wind
hit my face.
cold
with a a cutting edge
of crystalline snow.
waves of bitter
snow bites
carried on the wind's breath
wages it's war against
my warm skin.
that grabs
a flake or two
which sends
a frigid
chill down
my spine
the melted water
on my cheek
causes a smile
because of the feeling
of just being kissed
by the wind
on my exposed
redden skin.
with a swipe
the wetness
fades back
into the torrent
of winter's
chilly dance.
I sigh
take a deep breath
and move on
with my daily chores.
About the Creator
Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
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Comments (1)
This was so deep! Loved your poem!