Tangled Tuesday-12-year-old Guest Poet: O. Johal

I'm going to share with you a poem written by my 12-year-old daughter. She's a gifted poet. Get ready, I expect she'll be outshining me very soon.

Ice-Kissed

Of swaying branches and saffron leaves

Heed, the faintest blow of winter’s breath

Hear, the final nocturne of sun-bleached days

A hum, “Far, the warmth blows away”

The sight of frozen gossamer breath

The faintest feel of cold winter’s kisses

Cracking lips and sandpaper skin

Hanging in the air, “Far, the warmth blows away”

Presence of summer creatures, gone

A promise that waits,

“We will be back, but now we sleep”

Lorn, in the growing frore

Now, of blackened wood and bleached sky

Pin-tipped branches and powdered ground

A colorblind world, cold beauty

No songs to hear, only promises to retain

© O. Johal