The North Wind’s Kiss

Ere long, the North Wind’s Kiss
too soon will come.

Her constellations gather
with joyful anticipation, for
her Kiss
brightens their stars,
and drapes them in all their
celestial finery.

The fleeing sun trips, and
drops its light.
Extinguished now, and
shows its belly
to the freezing night
that savages, with cold fangs,
its crimson carcass to
warmer climes.

She smiles, and betrays us with a kiss.
The red blush
of berries and cardinals’ feathers
the treacherous blue
of her
frosty lips.

Around her,
a cloak of virgin snow
trimmed with
crystals of ice.

In one hand,
a bough of evergreen,
the scepter
that bows not to the
bitter wind,
her chill herald.

She comes in all her
dread and fearsome
to drive us to
our hearths,
our blankets, and
our graves.

And lays
another tender, loving hand
across the seeds

© Alfred W. Smith Jr. 2015

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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