the walls in my room are the color of dirty snow
the floor is cold
my arms are covered in purple goosebumps
winter crawls inside and takes a nap beneath my bed
i can hear her breathing
she gulps air like she is half-dead
i want to go outside
but i am afraid that the world will tear me apart
and hang my limbs up in the trees
instead, i curl beneath the blankets
and try to find some kind of warmth inside myself
winter crawls from underneath my bed on her belly
she climbs into the window and admires the toothy trees
and the flowers that still hold petals
i want to go outside and watch the hellebores grow
but i know the cold will take me
YOU ARE READING
winter crawls inside & falls asleep
Poesia"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.
