The winds picking up,
blowing a kaleidoscope of twinkling white.
across the soft, snow-covered roads.
The starry night, my only light
as the moon hides behind blankets of clouds.
I catch them on my tongue like a kid at play.
Tasting nothingness, just chilled wet on wet.
They last longer when they fall on my lashes.
They stick around for a while,
like an old friend, keeping me company.
Soon, I’ll be home, snuggled under my blankets of warmth.
I’ll look out the window, where the moon might be.
“Good night my friend, I know you’re there,
and I know you hear me.”
©2022 Angel K Will
Twitter • Facebook • Instagram
Blog Photo by Martin Mariani from Pexels
More by -akw-
GOD is so much more: a poetry collection, click here
Photo+Graphic Art, click here
Leave a Reply