Warm Winter Day
As the leaves blow by,
The sky’s eye changes colors;
image of the heavens; butterfly, fly by;
picture of the mind;
rewinds time, reminds time,
of simple days;
the simple rays, of light,
taking flight, through the enormous mountains of the sky,
til it reaches a passer by,
I wrote this poem when I was 16. I can remember it being fall and me looking outside and seeing the leaves blow around, and this popped into my head. I think I wrote it on a napkin at my kitchen table, it hit me that fast. Why I named it Warm Winter Day I have no idea, but it turned out we actually had a couple pretty warms days that year, right around Christmas. Funny how stuff like that works out.
I’ve had this poem published and have won an award for it. It’s definitely one of my favorites. I write a lot of poetry. If I get a good response I may post more in the future. Thanks for listening!