December's Only Child

By WoundsLikeStars

I have felt the kiss of winter,
And your breath has stolen my voice
I can only hope to breathe this message
With frigid ink and wordless rhyme

I can live and die by your climate
But I can never predict the change
The North wind of your yearning
Has entered my weathered veins

Oh, sweet bank of snowy adoration
Heal me with your icy touch
Melt into me like solitude
Rest on my shoulders like fate

I can never hope to earn you
Nor will I ever deserve your falling
I will always cherish your blanket
And make angels on your breast

Frost bitten nymph of virtue,
Sing your cold song again
I find your finger tips healing
And lips, anointed and frail

So let this be my song of worship
At this frozen seraphim's feet
I wish to be born again
As December's only child

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Copyright 2011 WoundsLikeStars
Published on Sunday, November 13, 2011.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I find winter to be extremely appealing and feminine. This is one of many works in this vein.
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  • A former member wrote: oh, yes… winter is feminine to me too… often, I compare myself to February. And my boyfriend to August. Your style is very interesting.

  • dwells On Tuesday, November 15, 2011, dwells (5693)By person wrote:

    Lovely images and personification in this work, thanks for the cool view.

  • WoundsLikeStars On Monday, November 14, 2011, WoundsLikeStars (64)By person wrote:

    I've been writing poetry/essays for some time now, and I've never, ever had encouragement like I've experienced on DP. You all are a blessing, everyone of you.

  • lupus tenebrae On Sunday, November 13, 2011, lupus tenebrae (1017)By person wrote:

    I agree, winter is both feminine and delicate, a malleable powder that you can crush in your palm, frozen sculptures that break to the touch. Winter is something fleeting, something best in poetry, to preserve every flake. I love seasonal poems, and this is definitely one of my particular favorites. You may also like the works of Meadowhawk, his imagery is much like yours. Write onward. Scholar

  • NikesRain On Sunday, November 13, 2011, NikesRain (1339)By person wrote:

    beautifully done again.... the language and flow made the reading and feel of this easy and enchanting... this moved and spun so many lovely images and textures to me

  • Devilish On Sunday, November 13, 2011, Devilish (3759)By person wrote:

    I picture you sayiny these words slow and magestic... I love your poetry... I'm so thankful you are here.. You remind me of an indian speaking infront of a fire with long hair and wisdom.... Scholar

  • WoundsLikeStars On Sunday, November 13, 2011, WoundsLikeStars (64)By person wrote:

    Thank you so much, Devilish. You have never been anything but encouraging since my first day on here. I appreciate it very much.

  • Devilish On Sunday, November 13, 2011, Devilish (3759)By person wrote:

    Your so very welcome.. You are a fresh feel and a breath of fresh air.. I respect your words and I feel like you've been needed here and finally you came... Scholar

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