Heather Burns


Winter's Chill - Poem by Heather Burns

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Winter arrived no warning
snow covered the ground

like a weightless blanket
the air was brisk

sweeping across my face
chilling to my spleen

you touched me
I was warm again.

















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Comments about Winter's Chill by Heather Burns

  • Rookie - 8 Points Sj Holland (8/28/2013 2:11:00 PM)

    Aha! The touch of someONE is able to reheat, lol. We know this is true. But how much more interesting is what you wrote about the effect of the wind chill. Chilling to the spleen, lol. And how much more wonderful does home and a steamy cup of soup, or coffee, or tea seem when we're out in that bone-chilling winter breeze. Do you feel it? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, August 8, 2014


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