Winter Wasteland Poem by Christina Brunton

I look outside my window
Look over the frosted land
Can’t seem to find the beauty
In this pit of chilled white sand

Tree's left bare and unprotected
It has this ghostly feel
Nothing seems to be moving everything just lies still

White flakes slip from the sky above
Filling the ground with their pallid love
Filling the air with its twisted winds
Dancing their unique spins

Frost and ice cover the ground
Working together without a sound
It's slick and slippery, you might fall
And you wouldn't want to get into that kind of brawl

Feel as if you’re starting to decay
Life flows out of you day after day
Trying to cover yourself in warmth
Failing miserably as the winds come from the north

A colorless glow emits from the snow
Dancing awkwardly along the barren tree's
Take a step in, you’re up to you knee
Can’t flee from the winters embrace

As I look outside my window
And look at the white sand
I can see now that this season isn't anything but a
Winter Wasteland