Snow
2 November, 2004
Author: Webster
The time has come to change the season,
To heal the Autumn's bright-hued treason.
The sun-soaked earth resists the flakes -
Insistent notes like music makes
The thirsty ground a pillowcase.
Sharp winds elicit needed sighs
As inch by inch the Autumn dies -
Replaced by comfort, mountains high.
The sleeping earth will gather strength
As nature waits for Springtime's pranks.
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Amy (137.73.86.108) -- Tuesday, November 9 2004, 12:37 am I like your poem... i tried to read it by myself, but i didnt understand all of it so i told daddy to read it to me. he likes it a lot too. Love Amy |
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