When will Winter Come?A Poem by LuciaTell me how this poem really makes you feel? Enjoyable, or is their further meaning? yeah, I know it's to long.He holds on tight with all his might ginving it his all, he takes a deep bracing himself, knowing what's coming that strong, wild wind
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
His briliant colors shine in the light the bright sun's rays are golden but prettier than gold with much more worth
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
The sun is shining brighter now making him transparent, nearly translucent an extrodinary sight to see the last leaf on the tree
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
Should he let go? isn't it his job to keep Fall intact? is it worth it anymore? holding on to the sands of time is tough
The powerfulk wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
Keeping Winter from coming and Fall in place is rough when your all alone letting go, not meddeling with destiny it crosses his mind as it has done so before
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
Blink and breath, it's hard for a leaf the lonliness has concealed his for too long let the next season move on it can't be Fall forever
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
The leaf looks up at the sun exased, she needs a break but not the clouds they are full enough to cast flurries
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
They depend on him Winter will or will not come, due to his choice now is the time the current addresses this situation with glee
The powerful wind whips around this way and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
The leaf takes one last look at the ground "I'm coming my friends!" uncertain yet curious he begins his decent
The powerful wind whips around this wway and that helpless, he can't take it anymore
down in magical spirals he goes as the Sun,Clouds, Wind, and Winter cheer solemnly a smile forms as he hit the ground and untenses among friends, he can finally rest
© 2009 LuciaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 22, 2009 AuthorLuciaCandyland, OHAboutHello, Lucia here! I'm a girl, sixteen years old, and an (almost Junior) in high school. I am also the youngest in my family... ... Many things I enjoy are writing (obviously), reading, listening .. more..Writing
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