Thursday, 26 September 2013

Poem: Autumn, Winter

A poem I wrote a while ago about the transition from Autumn to winter. I'm hoping to post more poetry so watch this space ;)


Autumn has become translucent.
Winter presses its fingers onto the remaining fragments,
Condensing onto the clouds like her wet nose does on my glass.
Auburn leaves turn brown,
Their golden edges melt into the mud and their stems freeze,
My breath dances towards the clouds
Joining their mighty surround, dispersing at the sun’s command,
The trees are scraped bare by the sharp wind

Like a razor, the leaves cascade as blood.


Habiba x