The whispering breeze blows,
The pale grass no longer grows.
Shivering from the blundering cold,
I all at once feel old.
Summer has sadly ceased,
This brings the arrival of the beast.
All this chilly weather,
It has made me as frail as a feather.
Winter is clearly here.
I wish it would completely disappear.
But as the New Year shows its face,
Warmer weather will greet us with defined grace.
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Poems
PoetryThese are poems I wrote for school, contests, etc. Some of them are a bit more personal. Feel free to give me your feedback. It would be greatly appreciated!