Wishful Thinking

This is a little poem I wrote today while modelling rhyming poetry-writing for Monkey’s English lesson. It's no ee cummings, but for an impromptu piece, it says exactly the way I feel as I look out my window at the winter wonderland outside.

(It gets a little more abstract as the poem goes on—the first part was for Monkey, then I wrote the rest after the lesson for me.)

Courtesy of Aaron Burden via Unsplash.

The Bride

by Talena Winters

Feather-light
Wintry flight
Wet or dry
From the sky
Snow falls down
Earth's bridal gown
Icy cold
Heart on hold
Sun, take her hand
Thaw heart and land
Spring wedding night
Nature's delight
Melt snow and fears
Gown disappears
at last.

Sigh...