Winter's Bane

Thank you Nia, for your inspiration.

Streaks of golds and reds dashed the silvery branches,

Preparing for winters reap,

The time is nigh, 

For nature to prepare for sleep.

Purples and reds,

Turn to browns and fall,

As slowly growth comes to stall.

Creatures big, creatures small,

Some seek caves,

Some seek holes,

But all are yet preparing for winter’s toll.

Some hunt for game,

And kindle flames,

For they know what is approaching,

Winter’s bane.

Author's Note

Some constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

i greatly enjoyed this poem...the image it gave and the feelings it provoked...amazing job

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I love the winter theme. This poem is vividly filled with a mystical vibe to it, that is almost eerie! Great write!