Winter's Hand
Sierra July
Petals curled
and withered at his touch
Shrinking away
from his cool fingertips
His heart grew
cold too as he cursed his hands
For he was
lonely enough to break
Isolated as an
ice block at sea
Not just in
winter, even in spring
One day he did
crack, shattered to bits
So full he was
of bitter regret
If only he'd
known, that the flowers would
Be drawn near
by the warm breath of a kiss
Poet's Notes: This poem is something I thought up
when thinking of Jack Frost. I wanted to take a common legend and change up his
story a bit, make his already sad tale even more tragic. At first I was going
to make the setting a traditional winter scene, but decided the contradictory
warmth of spring made things more remorseful. Hopefully I succeeded in bringing
on this sentiment.
Editor's Note: Although many places have already been experiencing winter weather, today, December 21, actually marks the Winter Solstice, the beginning of winter in the northern hemisphere this year.
Editor's Note: Although many places have already been experiencing winter weather, today, December 21, actually marks the Winter Solstice, the beginning of winter in the northern hemisphere this year.
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