The Grasp Of Coldness
Winter's arrival
Tiny crystals lay side by side,
A pale lace shroud covering every surface.
The soft light of Dawn reflecting mini glares,
small fireflies frozen in place.
Silence so heavy, air purely stagnant,
until the whisper of a breath swirls and stirs.
Fallen leaves lie, already dry and brittle,
begin to wilt from the kiss of death.
Bare branches appear shriveled and old,
clank together like the bones of a skeleton.
The sky a sea of the dullest grey,
one all encompassing cloud.
An invigoratingly crispy sensation,
like in the bite of a fresh apple.
As winter arrives, fall has already been forgotten.
About the Creator
Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian
I remember writing children's books when I was a still a child myself, stapling the notebook pages together to create the binding for my book. I know many children have probably done this, but have any of them wanted it as bad as I did?
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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So true, as winter arrives - fall has already been forgotten. Well Done!!!