Thursday, March 8, 2007

Winter

Winter

Frost paints my window.
Clouds stain the sky.
Beautiful snowflakes come trailing by...

Lost in the moment
I wonder why
Spring must return
and Winter must die.

~Saoirse
written (obviously) before February 13, 2007

1 comment:

writerwoman said...

I love to see winter die. I look foroward to it from the minuute winter is born.

Yet this poem did make me feel a little sad for dying winter.