Brrr

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 03 Jan 2013
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The cold is a distinctive line
between hot coals
and frigid breath.
It creeps about on winter feet
searching
reaching
for someone to cuddle up to
and I am its next victim.

But I am unafraid
as I linger no longer in the depth
of despair –

I am a survivor
a rock and each step allows
me to arrive at my deliverance.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Dreamerslover on
:) It's beautiful! Winter is absolutely astonishing with it's freezing beauty. Everyone fears the season of endless whiteness, I deeply, honestly do; but I guess the brave ones are blessed to dare playing with snowballs instead of hiding inside - closer to the last flames of the chimney.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you for reading my post DL. Yes, this am is Brrr all right. Cheers, Richard ps. your writing is good, keep it up.
Richard L. Provencher