Mark Cummings


Winters Truth - Poem by Mark Cummings

Winter reveals Truth About us
For instance,
When you speak
The true color
of your breath
is revealed
Pure white thin
Here for a moment
gone the next
Till we breathe a little more
Forget the last one
Breathe again and again
Over and over
That one you just took in
And now give is the
Moment we all live in
No more, no less

Look at the snowflakes
Trying to land upon
The soul of your tongue
Look at them closely
Each crystal is as unique
As each fingerprints you carry
At tips of your hands
You should look at them closely as well
Look at the snow falling on your neighbor
Look at their fingerprints closely
We all might learn something about humanity
And how it falls gently

I find it beautiful that we make snowballs
Out of all of this
And throw them at one another with our laughter
Thank you for reminding me

Have you ever noticed that winter
Carries its own silence
That same silence inside you
this white veil making all the lines we draw
Simply disappear beneath its purity
We can make angels dance upon it
We are all that good
Just fall backwards into it
Move your arms and legs
And find out

Shivering is an art form
That we all carry deep inside

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013


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