Do you remember
the howling, frigid wind
the dreary, gray sky
and the white snowflakes falling from the sky covering
everything in a layer of cream like frosting on a cake?
Do you remember
the bare, lifeless trees that were coated with ice
the evergreen trees and their soothing smell
and the obstinate bushes, retaining their greenness
even in a world of white and gray?
Do you remember
the rich, tangy tomato soup
the hot, flavorful pumpkin-spice muffins straight from the oven
and the thick, tantalizing hot chocolate
we drank after coming in from the icy landscape outside?
Do you remember
waking up to falling snow and trees with powdered sugar sprinkled on them
skating over the ponds that had frozen solid
and coming in, curling up by the fire, and wasting the night
away with a good book and a thick blanket?
Do you remember
the occasional fawn braving the cold in the barren forest
the bright red cardinal stubbornly singing its song
and the vivid orange fox making prints
in the fresh snow, protected by its thick fur coat?
Do you remember
those cold winter days
holding a special place in our hearts
filled with warmth and happiness?
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Verses from the Soul
PoetryPoetry sings your song. YOU create it. YOU breathe life into it, from the depths of your essence. It is an embodiment of who you are. Poetry is a collection of verses from the soul.
