The Seasons of My Earth

The seasons of the earth put into poetry because they deserve a little praise.


3. Winter


Winter, winter.

where to start?

Such cold beauty, captured in only the finest art.

My bedrooms frosted-up window pane

oh, from autumn, what a change.

Crystal clear water turns to ice, 

It always seems so nice, 

To be there when the first snow falls upon your cheek. 

Winter, oh winter, if only you were warm. 


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...