Frozen Thoughts

 

My soul longs to fly south like the birds of summer

and steal away from snow showered days.

Cast off this winter coat of memories,

this cocoon smothers like a white walled prison.

 

I see clearly now in fresh fallen powder,

the whiteout has awakened my spirit.

Bound by the blizzard of yesterday,

I need to break free to balmy days.

 

Gather my thoughts into a snow globe,

capture these cold cognitions.

Leave on a sill for a sunbathed stay-

shake when I want to recall the chill.

 

My thoughts frozen perfectly in time

safely in a crystal orb,

time to leave this polar place behind.

My soul longs to fly south like the birds of summer.

 

Published by: The Kentucky State Poetry Society

 

 

© 2016 by Pamela HIrte