Paige Hind Poet I do not know?

Blood Of Winter

another foot of snow
the growing girl at the playground 
laughs on her tongue, a 
surface for the
          cold

           when blue the nerves in her teeth

another foot of snow
where she could disappear
it follows her footsteps by footsteps
how deeply the snow's
        touched

            it melts and becomes her skin

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Andrea Dietrich January 15, 2026 at 3:54 PM Hey I can't find back pages of al your other poems. Why did you remove them? Andrea Dietrich February 10, 2026 at 10:43 PM Dang I wish you still had your old poems up! Paige Hind January 16, 2026 at 9:21 PM I almost left the site. I had deleted most everything, but I changed my mind. A lot of works needed editing anyway. Thanks for asking. Hugs

Andrea Dietrich November 28, 2025 at 8:25 PM I can really relate to this one. I grew up walking to school in deep snow often in winter. I don't miss that part of childhood at all

Karen Jones November 25, 2025 at 8:47 PM Unique and haunting! That last line leaves me in awe

Kim Rodrigues November 25, 2025 at 6:00 AM Coolio! One to ponder over, experience…well done, my friend!

CayCay Godwin November 24, 2025 at 5:25 PM Reminds me of winter in Massachusetts when I was little. Wonderful creation with many poetic skills employed. CayCay

Victor Buhagiar November 17, 2025 at 1:44 AM Dear Paige, this portrays a profound sentiment. Loved your poem.

Yann Rolland November 15, 2025 at 3:52 PM wonderful imagery, could feel the snow, thanks poet Kim

Anne Winter November 14, 2025 at 7:06 PM Dear Paige, this is a very deep and thoughtful write! Brilliantly written! Best, Anne

Paula Goldsmith November 14, 2025 at 11:37 AM I enjoyed reading. Your powerful "Blood Of Winter" write.  "Good Luck" if for a contest.  Have a Blessed day/weekend writing away..........

Brandy Nicole November 13, 2025 at 5:50 PM It sounds like she is becoming one with the snow. So many hidden moments within. Excellent write, my sweet friend. Hugs, Brandy

Sam Kauffman November 13, 2025 at 12:12 PM Paige, your poems always reach into new depths! Well done, my friend. Blessings!

Sotto Poet November 13, 2025 at 1:31 AM Exquisite images, Paige. The conclusion unfolded with an enchanting allure. Well crafted!

sara Etgen-Baker November 12, 2025 at 5:03 PM wonderful imagery, Paige. The ending was mesmering. Nicely done! hugs, Sara

Bj Legros Kelley November 12, 2025 at 4:19 PM So amazingly written, and true. We are a part of our surroundings, and they literally become a part of us as we grow. We don't have much snow where we live now, so, I think of the desert dust, not so fun as snow!

Victor Buhagiar November 12, 2025 at 1:44 AM Dear Paige, a sweet song. I dread winter, but all seasons are essential.

Valsa George November 12, 2025 at 12:45 AM Powerful poem dear Paige. In winter, the snow piles up foot by foot. When sun comes, it melts.

Suzette Richards November 11, 2025 at 9:51 PM We seemed to have drank from the same fontain for inspiration for our recent poems, Paige. Why not? Great imaginative imagery here. Like!

Ghairo Daniels November 11, 2025 at 8:21 PM Excellent memory poem with superb title, Paige. Loved > laughs on her tongue & blue veins in her teeth : has a light hilarious childlike quality. Hav a lovely, day, Paige. Xx