Page 3 - Winter Poetry 2018
P. 3
The Frozen Graveyard
By Period 2 English
The sun is dying
The world is sad
The slow breath of the forest
Carries over sheets of cold marble
Suffocating the frail grass
Burying nature’s beauty
Grey sky smothering our souls
Shrouds the stripped rib cages of trees
Hunched over
Burdened with snow
Dead snow
Winter murdered all happiness