Trees glisten white
Without the green
Leaves which decayed
Last year. Showing changes
Within life; but now it all
Glistens in white
Snow reflecting joy and laughter
From children and what used to be.
You, a child who loved snow but
Now you mope at the beautiful
Inconvenience: when going to work.
Skin freezes, hands crack
But your smile warms
Hearts and makes insides glisten
With love and warmth in definition.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesíaPoetry by James Matthews includes all his best poems plus special previews of his new works
