
By Eric
Frost
Frost is an artist
drawing on my window,
etching swirls while I sleep.
Frost is a skater
dancing, gliding on glass,
changing my outside view.
Frost is a dreamer,
telling fairy tales
in winter white.
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By Chris
Winter Wind
The wind blows so hard
that I cannot speak.
It’s bitter and icy today.
I open my mouth
to take a deep breath.
The wind takes my inhale away. |