Snow On Big Ben
The freezing glass shivered as the clock handle stroke,
snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
As the pages opened, from spring it started
and flipped through summer, autumn then came winter’s heart.
She remembered the bright sunflowers of spring,
glowing Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
The blazing sun of summer upon the clock
turned over the pages, shining Big Ben brought you in shock.
Autumn came and the yellow leaves fall.
Family gathered, cuddled and brawled
till finally when the leaves were gone and winter arrived.
Snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
Left alone in this cold, lonely library
she felt her heart trembles as she recalled the memories.
Seasons passed, not a year and everything is gone,
through the windows, Big Ben on breaking dawn.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
