Crisp air tingles the nostrils
causing tiny hairs to freeze.
A cold kiss to the cheeks
from icy lips of wind.
Feathery crystals on
the whole of nature's skin.
A contest entry
- first frost by AJ Morelli.
2700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 28 entries
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are you number 12 or 35?
a lovely enter, thanks
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I'm both
lol
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such a chillen whimsical poem... i like the cold kiss of icy lips of wind... somehow a runny nose also came to mind...
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feathery crystals on the whole of nature's skin..that's lovely.
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"from icy lips of wind" "feathery crystals" lovely write and beautiful imagery
good luck
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i agree, last winter i felt that same way. u have a wonderful way of scribing it. well done. much love and respect.
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crystles = crystals
those last lines are an absolute peach. -
That is indeed how it feel on those really cold mornings, there is a strange invigorating feeling too it...at least for a few moments, then I want to get back inside and sit near my wood stove. Nicely done.
"cristles?" Do you mean crystals?
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