Come Wonderland
I prayed for snow,
but blades of gust cut my skin,
and drops of rain drilled holes in my bones.
I dreamed of change,
of a white sheet covering the green,
a world soft and cold
– A world forgotten and numb.
– F H Hakansson
Come Wonderland
F. H. Hakansson 
words are running into my bones that makes me chilled, superb….
Wonderfully poetic comment 🙂 Thank you!
Depressing! 😦 But nice to read 🙂
Thanks! 😀 I have an idea for a more comic poem soon, don’t worry 😉
I love “blades of gust cut my skin”. What a way to describe weather!
The weather up here (and in England) can truly be unkind. At times the winds literally felt like edges of blades.