August 18, 2012
By Anonymous

Winter comes with her giant cloak,
And all the shadows it does invoke,
She covers everything in white,
But not the kinds the draws the light,
The kind that make the shadows strengthen,
And the time of her own rein lengthen,
Down comes the rain, hail and sleet,
For we are servants at her feet,
Down comes the rail, hail and snow,
For this is no ordinary foe,
Her cold wind blows down every street,
Sending the world of t=life into retreat,
So lock all windows, lock all doors,
Tie all the boats to their moors,
For soon winter will be here,
With it's dreadful puppeteer.

The author's comments:
This is a poem about Winter, I'm doing one on every season.

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