By: Jillian Beuter
When walking to school just the other day,
I noticed the sky had turned gray.
White flakes covered the ground,
The snow began to form a mound.
Complain, complain is all the teachers say,
As they wish it was May.
They pass the hot chocolate around,
as we watch the snow, fall to the ground.
“Day after Day”
Repeating, Glistening, Shining
Dew, Sunrise, Crickets, Quiet
Darkening, Fearing, Repeating