Poet 11586

winter is my favourite season

my heart is just as cold
as the air outside
my tears are just as frozen
as the icicles on the roof
my mind is just as cloudy
as the sky preceding a snow storm
my skin is just as pale
as the million tiny falling snowflakes
my vision is just as blurry
as the mist in the morning
my blue hands are lacking
just as much blood and warmth
as the dying world around me