Snowing

A short poem on hoping for love

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

You’ve locked every door from the inside
and chosen these four thin walls to hide
from the cold and wind roaming outside.

Sky for the first time starts falling white
and you can’t help asking yourself why
you still keep a little window open wide.

Recalling that summer was blessing cold,
no wonder why this pure white snow
brings your frozen heart some hope.