Winter kisses.
Snowflakes on lashes
tip of nose
caught on tongue.
Winter fury.
White-out curtain
howling winds
sleet and ice.
Winter warmth.
Wooly mittens
snuggle downs
‘neath gramma’s quilt.
Winter leaving.
Snowman drooping
puddles form
days grow long.
Winter gone.
Crocus pop-ups
daffodils shine.
De is hosting dVerse Quadrille Monday. She asks us to include the word (or a form of the word) “kiss” in our exactly-44-word-poem (sans title). Thought I’d go lighthearted today. Seems to me we can always use some smiles. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time….come on over for some smooching! Image from Bikes And Books on Flickr.