summer is a skeleton
as sweet and auburn as the fall leaves
she sleeps beneath your skin
clinging to the oxygen in your blood
she leaves kisses on your doorstep
seeps into the petals of winter pansies
makes them glow yellow like infant suns
winter comes - her body swallowing the sky
unfurling along your window sills
the first snow feels like forever
like innocence that will last
she leaves her fingers on your porch
fragile veins of ice that grow stronger each day
YOU ARE READING
winter crawls inside & falls asleep
Poetry"it is too cold / the vultures do not come." A collection of winter poetry for anyone who loves watching the world change with the seasons and for those who are terrified by it.
