Winter’s Friend
In dreams
Gliding untethered
Across clear ice
Turning
A crisp whoosh
To stop then bow
Blue wool hat
Edged with
Gentle white fur
Falling as feathers
A perfect holy
Angel
Rolling snow orbs
Fashioning a
Winter’s friend
Wrapping the
Red scarf
With reverence
Dreams melt as
Car doors slam
Needing help
The old woman
Walks carefully on
Winter memories
Tobe TT # 19
I like the way the different sections carry the poem forward like chapters in a book.
I am going to go see the prompt. I only did a half, so didn’t see those later prompts.
I especially like the end in this one, as an old woman with my memories keeping me company all the time.