snow angels
twerp
January 4th
My back presses against the cold,
shivering as an unseen weight holds me down.
Snowflakes drift upon my face,
and I am content.
Each delicate flake buries me slowly,
one by one,
as if I were not here—
just another blade of grass,
lost beneath the vast, quiet blanket of winter.
BastionKnight
January 4th
@twerp
That was a very pleasant poem. I liked it's calm softness, and found it very peaceful. It brings up very nostalgic feelings. Thank you for sharing it with us all.
tryingtosurvive2024
January 4th
@twerp I like it!