A Winter Prayer
tomorrow let me raise my chin
and feel the winters chill on my face
let me feel the cut of the bitter wind
as it moves from me to its winters race
let me feel the cold burning into my lungs
my ribs stretching as I deeply breath
while no heat escapes the winter suns
and bitter colds encroach within sleeve
let me love the smell of winters breath
her white blanket here a token
the fallen leaves of summers death
covered now their firm grasp broken
the silent plunge from clouds on high
of brilliant white cathedral’s
there crystal forms together lay
a hundred million steeples
and feel the winters chill on my face
let me feel the cut of the bitter wind
as it moves from me to its winters race
let me feel the cold burning into my lungs
my ribs stretching as I deeply breath
while no heat escapes the winter suns
and bitter colds encroach within sleeve
let me love the smell of winters breath
her white blanket here a token
the fallen leaves of summers death
covered now their firm grasp broken
the silent plunge from clouds on high
of brilliant white cathedral’s
there crystal forms together lay
a hundred million steeples
posted by "The Prince" John Pierce, Wade Garrett, Richard Dangler. I have many names. at 3:35 PM
4 Comments:
A simple prayer penned vividly and nice flow of words and rhymes in few lines. I loved your first stanza so great...
I like winter too, though I have never expressed it as well as your poem.
marvinbrato
C an feel
o n this poem
r eckoning winter
d oes not have to be there
e ndulge in such weather
l etting the sentiments sip
l ots of fun I already feel!
Just magical Cordell:-)) And many many congratulations on your success. All the very best, Penny
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