The clouds in the sky today
herald the coming of the cold.
Just for today,
they've covered my soul, too.
Covered it in white cloudy fluffiness;
not warm nor cold,
but cool
- a factual reminder
that winter is on his way.
Winter with his cold hands;
Winter with his frosty touch;
Winter that smiles a snow-white smile
of perfect teeth.
The same Winter that inspires
warm fires and thick soup;
red wine and cosy cuddles;
long coats and fluffy scarves.
Winter that contrarily is able to wrap the warmth of coffee
comfortably around my autumn heart.
Tight
5 years ago
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Tania - you have a very unique style with your poetry. The way you put them together ... it's very refreshing - surprising almost. I like the phrase "autumn heart". I wonder if the freshness is because you are fluent in more than one language. I'd be interested to see one of your South African poems translated to English one day.
Thanks Honour, I really appreciate that, especially coming from you! I will do a translation sometime.
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