Discard The Cold

At times the weather keeps reflecting on me
Touching me in an expected ways
As the desert winter floats towards my way
It leaves certain frost in my heart
Numbness that spreads beyond my hands and feet
No matter how much warmth exposed to me
Whisking the cold in me, it takes a long time
I need a real fire to discard the cold

by Nasra Al Adawi

Comments (3)

If it is Haiku Empty quarters Desert winter floats Unexpectedly
This is short but anyhting but simple. You don't often think about the desert and winter together. A nice choice.
i hate the cold sooooo much too