Chris Green Poet Free verse

Clouded Winter Snowflakes

Your sadness
like clouded winter snowflakes,
floats upon chilled winds
against dark tear stained skies,
accumulating in sorrowed drifts
around my heart

Frigid moments
shiver of lost and lonely days,
when mornings never arrive
and arctic evenings wrap
your lonely world in 
bleak frozen fingers

And I watch helpless,
through frosted glass panes,
icicle teardrops glistening
on my chapped cheeks,
wanting desperately to hold you
safely in my arms

So you will know
this season shall not last,
spring will soon bring her flowers
and blue skies to warm you,
to comfort you and to love you
just as I do

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Charmaine Chircop November 12, 2016 at 1:38 PM Winter is never ending at times...so this beauty gives hope for a Spring..One day..before we close our eyes..We smell its fragrance and taste its crystal sugars from manna drops...Comforting poem here for anyone whose heart is at antartica : ): ) Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 9:02 AM Thank you my sweet friend, you got my meaning exactly as I had hoped. I always appreciate your beautiful comments on my work.

Christy Stover November 11, 2016 at 11:45 PM Wow. That's all I can say, Chris, is wow. :) Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 9:02 AM Thanks you Christy, I'll take a wow from you anytime. :)

John Lawless November 11, 2016 at 9:05 PM Great metaphor use here Chris. Had me guessing ..... is this a longing for spring ...or a lost or unapproachable love. Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 9:01 AM Pretty much it was a message to a friend that no matter what, springtime always be there for her as will I. Thanks so much John for reading and commenting on my poem.

White Wolf November 11, 2016 at 8:17 PM That's what I love about your poetry, it flows and rolls off the tongue so gently and free. Yet your distinct personality shows every time throughout the piece. Great job Chris. Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 9:00 AM Thanks so very much Rick for your encouraging comments. I appreciate you taking the time to read and let me know what you think.

Probir Gupta November 11, 2016 at 8:14 PM A nice poem of wings towards love ... Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 8:59 AM Thanks so much again my friend for your nice comment

Holly Bohto November 11, 2016 at 6:14 PM don't kiss and tell.. you little devil..whoever she is...she better deserve you... Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 8:59 AM I think it is the other way around. :) Thanks so much my friend.

Christopher Flaherty November 11, 2016 at 6:10 PM Hi Chris. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. I just wrote something that mirrors this Winter you may see parallels. Looking through Frosted Glass pains that we have to go out in. Never felt that on a sunny summers day. Cheers Chris Chris Green November 14, 2016 at 8:59 AM Thanks so very much Christopher, I will check it out when I get a chance.