Most of my Rhymsicals elicited no responses. I guess nobody likes them. Well, i figure i'll try once more.
Outside my cover, I see the sheet,
The snow seems to hover, over the street.
It looks there so soft, like petals of a rose,
To lift you aloft, it seems to propose.
But when I see the white, in the month of December,
It fills me with fright, causes me to remember,
The years that have past, of days not so far,
That left me aghast, their strength was bizarre.
I mean here it's so nice, then all of a sudden,
The wind plays its dice, and snow keep a comin'.
The cold just gets colder, and outside its a haze,
Now nature is older, than her earlier days.
But now there's a sheet, it covers the ground,
I'll savor the sweet, while it's still around.
I wrote that after i once saw such nice snow, and felt these contradictory feelings. I changed a few things for grammar, including "its earlier" to "her earlier" and "agast" to "aghast". Though, i still crings over using the rose-petal simile. Yuk!
What i really like about this poem is the implicit changing of the tempo. It's starts off slowly, and speeds up starting with the word "But". And then, with her second appearance, the tempo slows, finally ending with the original tempo.