Winters Kiss

Breaks The Pitch

winters kiss 
breaks the pitch
and leaves my weathered hands
the crooked stitch
the mountains hiss
winters cold has come
it's come to close you in
like a tomb 
within
so run
and trail the sun 
where warmth begins

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I've lived many cold winters on the road, some of which I barely survived. Though I love the cold, I now follow the sun.

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Writing Prompt

If Winter was a friend, who would they be?

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