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Frost

Frost

Glistening in the light's ray.
Quieting the tree's limb.

The tranquility in the cold
Is comforting to my soul.

Breath escapes my body
and drifts on the breeze.

When it reaches the frost
It joins me with winter's freeze.

                    Written by Tink 1/16/09
 

— Tink, Jan 17, 2009

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Region, Country: Pennsylvania, USA

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Conect11

17 years 4 months ago

lol

for a sec I was like "it's about Frost from the chatroom!" You've got simplicity here, a fabulous, quiet, sensitive simplicity that shows up well in this concise piece. Am dazzled by your visuals, the way you describe breath is perfect, spot on. And then it hits the frost, it sinks, it SINKS! Perfect! This works on so many levels. Mark W. "Not since the Houston Asylum Fire of '54 have I seen so many flaming crazies." ~Dan Rather, SNL Fringe Candidates Debate
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Ink Dragon

17 years 4 months ago

Tink,

this is simple but efficient. The image of standing in a forest or garden in the cold and kind of melting into the wintry world is in my mind. Thanks for sharing, Ink
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poewriter58

17 years 4 months ago

Deb

Your poem speaks of the tranquility it gives I would have had a bit stronger ending( last two lines) Chrys
Rett

Rett

17 years 4 months ago

Oh my Deb!

I love the peace and tranquility you portray so perfectly here! Bravo! Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."
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LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

Chilly Frost

A crisp winters day... Bitter and Sweet! I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.