The Winter's Fall Poem by Adam MacLir

The sky cried snow into the moonlit night
Its frost bitten tears floating endlessly
A waterfall of soft silvery flakes descending
To cascade the world with the winter’s fall

Flittering like a thousand whirling pale ghosts
Sweeping the weeps of the sunless heavens above
Masking the grim grey streets with shiny snow white sheets
Flooding all with a crisp cold cover of numbness
Shrouding the globe with winter’s exquisite shawl

The morning dawns and the sky sighs, opening sunlit eyes
Its orbs glaring a glistening glow upon the seeming sea of pale
That echoes silent waves across the frozen, still earth
Now muted by the horn of winter’s call