The gray sky grows heavy,
laden clouds and
menacing shadows.
The storm--
almost peaceful--
deceives,
greeting all with an
icy kiss.
Snow falls silently,
covering the ground with a
chilly blanket of white.
The wind is still,
the air,
hushed.
Winter approaches softly,
Her bare arms
reaching
in an empty embrace.
3 comments:
Beautiful! I adore poetry!
so are you saying I should become a poet?
Get out! Did you really write that??? Wow! is all I can say. Nicely done.
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