"Kiss of Winter," Image from freepik.com
Poem written for and submitted to "The Silent Kiss" poetry contest, Constance LaFrance, sponsor, August 22, 2025.
The Silent KISS "Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!" Alfred Lord Tennyson ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lacey snowflakes softly descend, silently kissing the frozen earth. Weightless, they dance, pirouetting quietly— a ballet of white returning home. Wrapped in the heavy cloak of grief I stand, tracing the letters carved in stone; I ponder, “Do they know the chill of this moment, feel the frostbite of memory seeping into my bones? I breathe in the stillness of this hushed world; each blade of grass, each silhouetted tree, is bowed low in silent reverence as if they, too, are mourning, while I yearn for the brush of his hand against mine. The cold seeps deeper, my heartstrings snapping. I blow a silent kiss, leaving a whispered “I miss you” on the wind, a prayer for our past, carrying it with me into the thawing dawn. I notice the bitter cold air of unspoken words. Silenced trees sway, their bare branches moving in the wind. His spirit passes, a silent kiss left on my forehead.
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