A city's besied streets run averse and too unseen... <br />Neatness in alleys run way too much abreast. <br /> <br />Neatness lacking at messy is best... <br />In times of happy rest all thy test. <br /> <br />Long rows of unevened piles of trash... <br />Winter's long over due now coldest did crash. <br /> <br />Winds own path's unobserved repeels to all warmth not to last... <br />Winding sidewalks buried deep in snow. <br /> <br />Icey wind currents froze out and fast... <br />Glassy looking pavements of unhonored of visit. <br /> <br />Ice age looks... <br />Frosted mountained seemed. <br /> <br />Is it coldest? Is it as is it as it should seem serene and deemed? ... <br />Are coldest ages listed on as in books? <br /> <br />Are there many more pages? ... <br />Are there over vain looks? <br /> <br />Tree's leaves fallen down by winter's winds blown fresh into town... <br />Icey slippery side walks slick as a pane of glass. <br /> <br />Busted bones in legs and arms... <br />Brings all to all someone befalls harm and suddenly to others befittingly harms. <br /> <br />Snow flakes melt onto warm moistured tongue... <br />Fallen afresh let loose from skies not attatched or hung. <br /> <br />No two flakes are as alike as identical twins... <br />Nature's own weathered looks succomb to all elder beings. <br /> <br />Only youthful students of unfailing learning come out on top as always wins... <br />No more losing and no more sins. <br /> <br />All of nature is worthy of seeing and freeing.... <br />Be forwarned of all it's unseemly beauty seeing. <br /> <br />All is worth of unselfish being.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-city-s-wintery-spells-of-coldest-icey-outer-shells/
