Sofia Saeedi Yusufzai

Runner Up

Whispers of a Winter Dawn by Sofia Saeedi Yusufzai

The morning tastes of a silver frost,

a crisp morning reminder of what’s been lost.

Winter greens covered in gloss,

small foot prints that cross the snowy moss.

I hear the hush of a drifting snow,

soft secrets of ours only winter knows.

I see the sun in a pale retreat, 

its gold trembling from where the rooftops meet.

I smell the smoke from their chimneys high,

in warm threads which are weaving through the sky.

I hope you see them as a hi, 

as you are no longer by my side.

I touch the day with a mittened grace,

a reminder of the cold kisses that brushed my face.

A softened world, serene and bright.

But what is a winter morning wrapped in white,

if you're no longer here to my right?