The chill of the cold stings my skin. Snowflakes fall like little stars from the sky and kiss my cheeks. The crisp smell of the tall brooding pine trees fill my mind with memories. Memories of simpler times. Memories of home. Memories of you. Wrapped in each other’s arms in front of a roaring fire.Continue reading “Winter Memories”
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Before Dawn
Standing there alone and cold, I had a feeling that I was being watched. The wind howled all around me, and my skin prickled from the chill. I had been walking in the woods for what seemed like hours. I was incredibly, indelibly lost. Somehow my hiking group and I had gotten separated. The ideaContinue reading “Before Dawn”
Nights like this
It’s nights like this, that remind me of you. The salty taste of the ocean filling the air. The lowering sun, casting a golden glow on your skin and the slow touch of your hand on my thigh. It’s nights like this, that remind me of our first night here. Sitting around the bonfire. ListeningContinue reading “Nights like this”
Kim V. Poetry 