So where I live we are having our first snow of the year, so I dug up an old poem I wrote back in college about winter. Anyone else have winter poems they like or wrote themselves?
Winter in a Graveyard
I know that some would think it queer
to love the grave this time of year
With the gently falling drifts of snow
covering those we used to know
Some would say it's sad and dreary
shrouding those whom we knew dearly
However, I like to think another way
and I do hope the snow does stay
atop the graves to give them hush
from the living world's noisy rush
hope this fits here despite not being about winter or snow.
this is a rough writeup i threw together for a guild called "Devils" i was in a few years back:
The Battlefield is filled with rage;
with wrath of oldern days.
the cries of death, the lust for blood,
can't you feel the devil's blaze?
it burns the body, scorces the soul,
nothing shall remain!
you see no honor, feel no glory,
you just hear the screams of pain!