A Frosty Evening

The waterโ€™s like a mirror,

Reflecting its shimmer of snow.

Every minute shining a little bit clearer,

Though the water has a rhythm in its flow.


As the time reaches dawn,

He switches on the lamplight.

Hence he shivers and takes a yawn,

And at once walks back from the cold night.


Another 20 mountains,

Yet in a vague and frosty place.

After rain spills like a fountain,

in the dead of the night it embraced.


1 Comment

  1. year6wilderness says: Reply

    A fabulous effort Sarah and great use of connectives – well done!

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