December's Daughter
Winter but if it were controlled by seasonal depression instead of the other way around.
The world turned silent
Before it went cold,
And a child’s teardrop
Turned to snow.
And as she cried,
The flakes did fall
Until they covered
The earth and all.
When her first breath
Graced her lips,
It coated the trees
From trunks to tips.
When she smiled,
The sun shined dim
And so the townsfolk
Sang her hymns —
Peaceful tunes
To keep her calm,
Raise her spirits
And ease her qualms.
The older she grew,
Less and less nice,
The cold in her soul
Turned the waters to ice.
The fields freeze over
And the skies grow dark
As December’s Daughter
Loses her spark.
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Lizzy Rose
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Comments (1)
I love love love the title to this sad but hopeful poem!