Cold Snap
The season’s first cold snap flew in
on a gale. Flags flap in the night.
The in-tact golden blossoms hold on
for dear life. The wind begs a dance.
Ruffled petals make a lovely dress.
Spring’s remnants snatched by this
reminder of Winter’s existence.
Dry carcass leaves appear,
gather in corners. Scraping
on concrete, a shiver through
the severed nerve. A note from you
and I’m warmer, though I savor
the empty chill. A crescent thrill
in the sky, I’ve been waning.
Drawn back to the dark. It’s
lasting longer now. I’ve pined
for you and will forever.
I’ll hold you in my tiny hands
for as long as I possibly can.
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
Thistle Thoughts 
Very beautifully penned, dear Jennifer. ❤
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Thanks so much, Laura 🧡🧡
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Very visual! ❤️
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Thank you for reading 💚
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Love the “Scraping / on concrete, a shiver through / the severed nerve.” Great work!
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Thanks so much
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Love the juxtaposition “A crescent thrill in the sky, I’ve been waning.”
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Thank you, Beth ❤
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Yes! I’m loving the cooler weather, too. Bring on the winter 😀
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It’s my favorite ☺️
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A beautiful poem! The way you juxtapose the cold weather with love is really wonderful! Loved reading this well-crafted poem that also has deep feeling!
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I love cold weather. It’s my favorite. 🙂 Thanks so much, Dominic.
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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That was a beautiful poem. Loved it!!❤
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Thank you
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