With Painted Words

Those Winters

by Breanna Bright

I remember those silent winters

When the world turned grey

The soft whisper of flakes,

Joining quietly as they lay.

Like girls in gossamer gowns

Hold each other as they lay.

 

Snow brings a fragile silence

So I stand still

Watching skeleton trees

And the footprints fill.

The past is whiteness

The footprints . . . They fill.

 

Cold seeps in

And no place to bide.

I breathe bellows of white

Like a winter from inside.

The cold wind fills me,

The winter is inside.