Chantelle Clark Poems
Free Verse Personification Poem- Sorrow Of Me
When sunsets for night sorrow drifts in, whispering through the trees.
Her gown flutters through the air as she glides over me.
Setting quietness throughout the land,
In a dangerious whisper that gave me shivers.
The despair settled over me, as her calming deadly wrath,
Wrapped me in a blanket of sadness.
the cold penetrates
*not a traditional haiku*