Devin Croteau Poet Rhyme

Chilling Winds

I find the coldest of winds move me the least -
As I brace for frigid agony.
I stand as stone, almost deceased -
Ironically enough amongst ebony.

We wish for warmer times, warmer winds,
A time where we could run about trees,
It’s like a punishment to have those memories,
As we slowly pass while we freeze.

Then when those warmer winds come we forget,
We pretend that the cold winds never existed.
It’s not ‘til amidst the cold we regret,
To be outside in a frozen storm, twisted.

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Hilda Greenhough February 22, 2025 at 2:39 PM It is hard to combat the coldest cold. It's complicated by shorter days. I like how you remind me of the rare times when the cold was unbearable. The contrasts between seasons causes the reader to get chills. Well done. Devin Croteau February 22, 2025 at 2:43 PM Thank you so much for your kind words! I try not to forget the cold anymore, even when warm.