Its Almost Wintertime! It Doesnt Snow Here But The Mornings Are Freezing!

It’s almost wintertime! It doesn’t snow here but the mornings are freezing!

anyway, this is a requested poem from a friend for her story. Enjoy! Winter

Winter’s cold breath lures me from sleep;

The crisp bite nipping at my skin as I wake

Frosted windows, breath of fog, crystals forming on the glass;

As the sky gently lets down small snowflakes

Dew collects on leaves, dripping down the windowsill;

Forming icicles that glimmer in dawn’s light

The fire crackles cozily in a warm hearth

As snow blankets the ground in a soft white

The fresh scent of pine drifts through the air

As I run through trees with their lush green leaves;

Their branches laden with heavy snow

As lovely violas bloom at morning’s eve

--based on the turmeric prompt for @writeblrcafe

Who let these wings unfold, bits of beige and gray, only bound to fly in the darkest of places deluding myself that light will come for me?

Why couldn't I be one of them-- those who take in all the colors of the rainbow with a flap of wings, those who glimmer without the need to shout out their existence from a charred throat?

The pupa disintegrates on the branch; my moth metamorphosis shaking off the last remains of a putrid shell, sinking into the frost-tinged earth.

Nothing stops the winter from coming-- except if I fly towards the sun. A star which fades faster than I desired, falling down towards oblivion with its bloodied streaks and scarlet shadows.

So, unfurl these beige wings, if the world demands it.

I will still fly towards the flames, even if they consume me. --Elda Mengisto

candlelit corridors and other goodbyes wax on your fingers and wool over your eyes

candlelit corridors mercurial highs the distance stretches and so do your lies

candlelit corridors and orange skies bittersweet endings broken-voiced cries

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cinnamon from @writeblrcafe's spice prompt bingo

Good morning (at least for me)! Another poem for this lovely day :)

The Loss of a Friend

You promised me once that we’d go in together.

You worried I’d leave you - I laughed.

Yet now you pass me, not sparing a glance

Has so much time already passed?

You told me you’d need me,

That you’d never survive

That without me you’d die

Yet see how you thrive

You said you were envious, how I didn’t need you

I told you the truth - that I valued you

And now I ache, for I’ve lost a friend

Or something more? I never knew

At first, we smiled so happily

Shared a laugh, poked each other, made a joke;

You ruffled my hair, told me I was short-

Yet now it’s as if we never spoke

It’s not anger I feel, but rather sorrow

Your smile once meant so much

And I see it now, but never towards me

I never thought I’d miss your touch

We spoke all summer, and last year too–

Exchanging secrets like closest of friends

I saw you one morning for the first time in months

And perhaps that’s when this started to end

Did I sadden you? Anger you?

Make you feel as if I didn’t need you?

Or is it me that you no longer need

Now that all of this is through?

Your friendship was something I held in my heart

Yet it seems it no longer is within your own.

So now I only text you when it’s your birthday

And when I have a broken bone.

And late at night, when stars gaze upon me

The ghost of you silently lingers

I still remember your favorite color is blue-

When did our friendship slip through my fingers?

wintertime comes with white snow and blue ice

with lights so merry and fires burning bright

with holly and pine and mistletoe

and children laughing in joyful delight

crisp is the wind and warm is the hearth

open to the weary travelers who roam

on this winter day, let none be alone

welcome home—welcome home

my secret santa gift to the lovely @azriel-alexander-holmes! May you have a wonderful holiday <3

Icarus

ah, to be a lonely moth

adorned with wings of earth and night

to always be unable to face the dark

and so take refuge in the light

to circle round and round the flame

to almost reach the fire

alas, to be another Icarus

and burn under the sun’s ire