deepundergroundpoetry.com

New Year

The wind blows in
early January’s cold
soft, quiet, grey
snowflakes for both
mystery and monotony.

I am holding onto
last night’s moment
where fireworks
lit up our sky
watched them
through reflections
in your eyes
I saw a different beauty

I know
by the warmth
of your measured breath,
and the way our home melts
the runaway snowflakes,
how our heavy comforter
holds the smell
of yesterday’s meals
I am sustained

in my winter.
Written by ursa
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 8 reading list entries 2
comments 7 reads 267
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:20pm by Mstrmnd1923
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:45pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:39pm by nightbirdblue
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:05pm by Grace