Spoiler
Hi, to all those who will read and/or review this poem I'd like to mention the fact that there are not supposed to be any stanzas. Think of this as a depiction of winter, a description more like. It is simple, and to myself "to the point". If you believe that I should add punctuation or actual sentences go ahead and say it but tell me why you didn't like the poem the way it was in itself originally. I personally like to try different things and other structures but to some people it may seem a little too different. If you enjoyed it, I'm glad. Thank you for reading.
~ Written.
~ Written.
Winter World
Blanket of white
desolate world
sleep has descended
brittle pines stand
pregnant branches
gleaming snow
bare limbs stretch
frozen waters
heavy grey clouds
barren plains
endless snow flakes
stretching trees
no escape
leaves decaying
icicles cling tight
dangers hidden
black ice
a white world
a world of white.
