2008 Woodie Awards
Poem of the Week
She Died in the Cold of the Night
Stanley Onyewuchi
Issue date: 2/18/08 Section: Features
The wind whistled in the silence of the winter day,
The barren pine tree branches swayed gently
Our blue lips closed in
Desperate, longing,
Slowly Our breaths merged, white and smoky
And then,
The sound of a cracking whip shattered the fragile silence
She fell
Her warm red blood on the cold white snow
I held onto her glazed, fading breath
I was warm, And I was alone
The barren pine tree branches swayed gently
Our blue lips closed in
Desperate, longing,
Slowly Our breaths merged, white and smoky
And then,
The sound of a cracking whip shattered the fragile silence
She fell
Her warm red blood on the cold white snow
I held onto her glazed, fading breath
I was warm, And I was alone
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