Winter -Sonnet (Shakespearean)
Lace hangs in the trees
And blankets the ground
A lone bird sings it pleas
But does not stay around
So bitterly cold
The white is so blinding
The ice takes it hold
And food can be a hard finding
But it can be stunning
The wind barely blowing
With animals running
And the sun just showing
It could be a great day
Even if the weather stays
(A.N. I know that this doesn't follow a iambic meter but I didn't like writing with it so I just left it out. So just telling you I know. Thanks :) )
