Poems

A Gentle Touch

Chris G Thelen

I gaze upward

At the dreary sky

Silent and cloudy

In barren branches

Gentle wind moves

Whispers of hope

Flakes of snow

Suddenly emerge

Drifting downward

White dots pierce

This overcast day

Swirling and dancing

Ever so gently

Snowflakes touch

Alighting on me

A gentle caress

Soothing touch

On a tired soul

© 2021 CGThelen

Published by Chris G Thelen

I’ve been a writer all my life. Growing up on a farm, I dreamed up all kinds of stories as I spent hours in the fields and the barn. When I graduated from high school, I studied journalism in college and began my career as a writer in advertising. Eventually I made my way into corporate communications before retiring a few years ago. Now I am writing for myself—dabbling in blogging and working on self-publishing that novel that’s been in my head for quite a few years. Through it all, I have thoroughly enjoyed the creative process and using words to create stories.

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