There's something about this poem that's stingy and soft. I know that doesn't make terrible sense, but it's like...chapped red lips and sharp ice a foggy white world and it's beautiful the it's written in a dreamy and romantic way. It's made me look at winter differently. I'm not sure if this was your intention, but it's made me think of how maybe winter wants to fall in love.
I love this poem. I really do. It's absolutely beautiful. I want to fold it up and keep it under my pillow so I can dream about it.
One of my favorite poems. Love it, love it, love it.
I love this poem. I really do. It's absolutely beautiful. I want to fold it up and keep it under my pillow so I can dream about it.
One of my favorite poems. Love it, love it, love it.