Here's another piece I cooked up. So enjoy it. And that goes to everyone, not just those that frequently read my poems, but to everyone. Well, at least I hope you enojy reading it.
The Winter
The leaves have changed,
some have fallen,
the sky has turned many shades,
of many colors,
and many beauties.
The seasons,
have changed,
it's no longer that,
lovely autumn day,
with the falling leaves,
the many colors,
and the pretty landscapes,
It's now,
that the air becomes cold,
and harsh,
the skies darken,
no longer showing their beauty,
but only,
the darkness.
The howling begins to sound,
almost like,
a majestic horn,
crying out for something,
but not knowing what,
so blowing to all,
and sounding from all.
And...the water falls upon,
the scorched earth,
that be left,
from the last cycle,
and sounds like a great, many drums,
sounding away in the distance,
of some marching army,
destined to come.
The skies alight,
with the cataclysm,
of Thor,
striking his mighty hammer,
upon his anvils in the sky,
clearing away the silence and sounding,
of thunder.
