Moonbeams catch the snow and gleam,
Crystals of ice shine back,
A ghost whose body is snow.
It flows and shifts,
Breathes and cracks,
Snow is its hands,
Cold its breath.
Winter’s here to stay.
Yeah, yeah, I know. You're all saying: "Stop talking about the cold. We GET IT, its FREAKIN' COLD where you are. Go drink some hot chocolate, and get on with something else already!"
Well it IS freaking cold here, and I was looking at the moon outside when I wrote this. Inspiration will not be ignored!! Hopefully I'll be able to get something else up that doesn't have ANYTHING to do with the words: COLD, SNOW, WINTER, ICE, FREEZING, SHIVERING, BELOW ZERO, or anything else that has to do with the fact that's its freakin' cold.
So for now, you're going to have to deal with it. I will NOT get on with something else-Well, maybe, I don't know-I will however, have some hot chocolate.
Though no one actually complained about the whole cold-weather-poems-galore thing, I just felt it needed it be said. XD Lol.
Yes, rants are my specialty ^^