a walk in the snow
written by: Gina
Come he said
and I followed
putting my heart
in his hands.
Take the path
down south
and I said, yes
I will follow.
And he showed me snow
like I have never seen before
white covered ground
bare trees, winter sun
and we listened to
the same sound
as we walked the quiet winter ground
and he took me by surprise
with his thought and care
even stopping once or twice
to mold and hold fresh fallen
freezing white ice
And I melted
like the fresh
fallen snow
that he held
In his warm
bare hands.
Like he was
holding me,
bare and exposed.
On one cold
winter’s morning
when we arose
before we took
a walk in the snow.
And the warm
winter sun smiled
On both our souls.
I live on the equator but long for snow. I write because I want to be heard above the chaos of my life.
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