but fuck dude maybe there is something about
warm winter jackets and
soft winter snowfall
and quiet footsteps in moss-riddled forest paths
made by a thousand small boot-prints
a criss-cross way cut through the brambles
still the unruliness behind my eyes
and quiet the storm of my mind.
grinning smile-faces from fingers on windshields
there’s nothing that is quite like walking and hearing the crunch of the white underfoot.
and gurgling streams half frozen to mirrors
and laughter of children carried on the wind
the breath that accumulates before your nose
and the bite of the air at your hands.
there’s gotta be some name describing the magic
that’s raw and untouched just below
where the snow has so tightly-white blanketed us
and i think the word might be called
hope
Finn Rose
Finn Rose is the pseudonym of a 25-year-old poet, fiction writer and overall creative from Germany. His works primarily deal with loss, tragedy and the subsequent healing through reclaiming and reforming identity. You can follow Finn Rose on twitter and tiktok @finnrosewrites
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