Winter
By Evangeline P
Mist
It tiptoes across the sky
Blindfolding the landscape, like a robbers mask
Heavens breath on a frosty day
Above the mountain.
Rain
It tiptoes across the sky
Filling the landscape with regret, like a child's war
Heavens tears upon us
Welcoming the rainbow.
Storm
It prances across the sky
Destroying the landscape, like an old bomber plane.
Heavens rage, unforgiving but not cruel
Waiting for the rainbow.
Sun
It dances across the sky
Lighting up the landscape, like a golden beacon in the blue
Heavens laughter, bass and deep
Making children's day