Thursday, January 12, 2006

(no name) Address

Address-I would appreciate some ideas for a name for this peice.

The wind tossed around the snow
It teased me like an older sibling
The snow falls
In a million different ways and forms
Children run outside
To catch snowflakes on their tounges
While I sit by the fire
Reading the best book
I hear the winds mocking sound
I simply just ingnore it
After time the wind stops and just gives up
But yet
The snow continues to fall
To cover the world
In a white, cold blanket

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

pretty!