Page 14 - Winter Poetry 2018
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A Sad, Shivery Morning
Greyson
The day rises
Wearing a dark trench coat
Looking down on the snow
With sorrow
Gray clouds fill the sky
Like a room without light
Icicles are frozen tears
Falling from the roof
The snow is a blanket
Covering the cold, hard ground
Lying softly without a sound
On a frigid, February day
