Winter Spirit
It seems your white etiquette
Won't stop being wintery.
Not a spot of yellow, blue or green,
Not an ounce of anything,
Besides snow fluttering.
Like a mystic being,
Each time I get the feeling,
Your just around the corner,
Maybe once Summer is the former.
Like melted snow,
I'll never know,
What you were before,
You came knocking on my unexpecting door.
I'll wonder if I'll ever be
Able to observe thoroughly,
Or if you'll just melt away,
Before I can get a second take,
Leaving me with Fall's new rake,
What an odd kind of snowflake.
-NovaBorn
It seems your white etiquette
Won't stop being wintery.
Not a spot of yellow, blue or green,
Not an ounce of anything,
Besides snow fluttering.
Like a mystic being,
Each time I get the feeling,
Your just around the corner,
Maybe once Summer is the former.
Like melted snow,
I'll never know,
What you were before,
You came knocking on my unexpecting door.
I'll wonder if I'll ever be
Able to observe thoroughly,
Or if you'll just melt away,
Before I can get a second take,
Leaving me with Fall's new rake,
What an odd kind of snowflake.
-NovaBorn