white glove

winter at its prime

icy cold claws grip the earth

the wind chills, the flowers heave

cold winds sweep with worth

as, forlornly, the summer starts to leave

 

the old mans frigid breath blows

natures frozenn tears drop from above

the flowers all wither, every last rose

as the earth is wrapped in his white glove

 

a thousand freezing nights

a million drops of white

your nose it nips, your feet it bites

as winter rules with all its might

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

descriptive write
this was my families first winter-that whole nip at the nose thing kills!Oh your eyes water so much and it stings....feet were good though*)
like your title choice it is interesting and got me to read
thank you for sharing much