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Winter's Discontent

Striding through the snow
confident of her reply
steps springing
eyes glistening
lips parted in a half-smile


Startled-- her answer
disbelieving, how could it be
hopes dashed by one
word --- no.
Never


Running all the way
cold air piercing his lungs
and frozen heart
the cruel knowledge
that each flake was different
and he would always be the same

kudos for the last two lines! I think you could take time and build a better poem backwards from that fine ending.

Critic2 wrote:kudos for the last two lines! I think you could take time and build a better poem backwards from that fine ending.

I agree. The final "couplet" is the highlight. "The cruel knowledge" barely escapes cliché, but together with the last two lines it succeeds...

Tom