Poetry Appearing in Poetry In Motion® Portland

Winter Room

Nikki Giovanni

once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower
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"Winter Room" from My House.  Copyright © 1972 by Nikki Giovanni. Reprinted with the permission of William Morrow and Company, Inc.


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