Winter

A strange acrostic circa 2005

When is it time for the skies to turn white?
Birds no longer sing merrily in the trees, and
Lands newly covered with angelic tears, frozen in time.
Wistfully drifting in and out of the frigid drifts
Of sleepers in wake. Castles in the sky built for
The morrow; Dreamers hoping for spring.

Author's Note

This acrostic is not the usual. The first letter in the first line is W, the second letter in the second line is I, the third letter in the third line is N. Following that pattern, it spells- Winter. The title of the poem. I chose for this poem no rhyme and no actual form, despite the acrostic form. I wanted it to be as unpredictable as winter itself.
Written January 17th, 2005

Reviews

[Bud]

I get it! Excellent write. I especially liked:

Lands newly covered with angelic tears, frozen in time.

Beautiful descriptive imagery! Keep up the great work!

[Bran the Broken]

interesting. some nice, fresh images, interesting layout...good stuff.