Winter’s Kiss

Chapped lips and chilled skin
Feel the burn of Winter’s sin
Frost on the finger tips
A blunt ache in the hips
Aspirations of an icy breeze
Moist lashes crystallize, freeze
The crunch of snow beneath the feet
White and barren, this Arctic street
Endure the blaze of Winter’s Kiss
You are alive to feel this bliss


Author: Poets and Prose

I've suffered from depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem for many years. When my son was diagnosed with Autism, my depression took a turn for the worse. At the age of 39, I've opened up a new lease on life by learning to love myself and finding positive ways to cope with life's difficulties through blogging, fitness, photography, writing, and the arts. This is just one personal journey of healing and finding oneself.

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