Matisyn S.
Winter
The cold land of white
Trees twist, icicles dangles
Frost kisses the grass
The Water Lily
Sitting on the blue
A pink crown with pollen
Long roots swirl around
Ready for War
Packing a kit bag
Go marching to enemies
Return home with fear
Feather
Birds of a feather
A plume, the quill separate
Opposites break off
Sun
Trust it to return
A yellow glow through the trees
Have faith in mornings