I decided to post this poem before it's completely out of season. THis means I've left out the first stanza since it currently sucks. Still, what'd'ya think?
The bringer of cold
He paints our land
with slippery sparkels
Give our breath
a life to mark
The coldness around
the chilled dew
Frozen, making
the blades hard
The stars are out
and all to see
How he controls
the sky with ease
The stars, so small
and him, so round
Smaller still
stars on the ground
He shale not let
the sun take hold
He waits awhile
enhance the cold
He mocks use here
with breath to see
"I'm freezeing you
You can't stop me!"
The Moon- The bringer of cold
