WINTER COLD

 

 

I feel so cold.

Ice is forming on my arms.

What is happening to me?

Why are my leaves drying up?

Ouch.

A cold wind just hit me in the face.

I wish I could hide.

But I’m stuck in place.

Waiting.

And waiting.

I think I fell asleep.

For the sun is out.

My ice is melting.

The breeze is now warmer.

It’s brushing the snow

off my cold arms.

My arms feel less heavy.

Soon it will be spring.

Time for celebration.

I can’t wait to see my

green leaves again.

Birds will return to

sit on my arms.

They will build their nests.

Life will be good again.

Only a few short months left.

I will take another snooze.

See you in the spring.

THE MIST

 

The mist follows me

through the dark forest.

It leaves cold fingerprints

on my shivering body.

The moon hides its face

from the evil below.

Stars lose their sparkle

as The Dead walk the night.

I must reach the town

before I become one of them.

Walkers of the night.

Demons of the first order.

THE DEAD GAME

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