Frost

ihaveausername

Well, here it is. The last main talent. All we have left is storyteling talent (just for my own enjoyment), and then this series is over! Enjoy!
Frost
The patterns lay on ground and tree
Circulating endlessly
The whiteness nearly glows, you see
And the artists who lay in the groves silently
Are we.

A delicate coating of icing and snow
Twirling upon an acorn, a flower, willow
A silent descending, row after row
Of a quiet frost, which itself's used to lift woes
And so,

The freezing companion of nature is ours
So using our gift's how we fill up the hours
Snow turns into bright showers
As we fill up the atmosphere using our powers
But not merely winter- for we can preseve flowers.

zance

I like the format of this one!

amethystdayglow

Amazing poem, love the vivid details!

Pumpkin

Pretty poem.

catcatherine

Lovely poem ^-^