Carmine Red

• Issy Gardiner, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

Cold winter nights,
and wood-coloured eyes,
midnight delights,
and snow-filled skies.

Frozen fingertips,
and carmine red lips,
midnight bliss,
and a frostbitten kiss.

Wistful lows and,
blissful highs,
More "hellos," and,
no goodbyes.

Lots of truths and
a lack of lies,
I'll meet you there,
in the snow-filled skies.