Winter Wonderland

An English assignment from a couple years ago

Waking up and looking out,

Seeing a blanket of snow.

Watching for green to sprout,

But the only color is of a black crow.

The white blankets everything around

And the world sits silently.

Smothering the air and ground

The freezing wind howls violently.

The edges of the flakes were pristine

As if carved by sculptor master.

Although they were perfectly crystalline,

Staying out too long would be a disaster.

I would be joyful if the snow just disappeared,

But I was perspicacious enough

To know that wouldn’t be adhered.

I’ve had enough of your powder puff.

Author's Note

Tried to make my poems sound more descriptive using longer, better words, just want to know if it worked and gave the effect I was hoping for

Reviews

[Rhayne]

Sounds like my thoughts. For an instant, the snow is beautiful and wonderous, but only for an instant. Then it becomes bothersome, worrisome. And I live in NC where everyone freaks at the first sight of A FLAKE. I liked this.