ODE TO WINTER (an original ode by Sydney Smith)
"O Winter, Thou art noble"
I exhale through lips too cold
Watching a gentle blanket of delicate fluff descend upon
Empty streets normally bustling and bold
You subtly mute the symphonies heralded by summer and fall
You dull the artist's palate with grey's and soft, gentle blues
While the world drifts to sleep
We are all drowning in your winter landscape hues
"O winter, Thou art chilling!"
Clouds overhead rupture and allow snowflakes to gently fall down
Your breath chills my bones and creeps down my spine
Am I colder than the air in this town?
I read a few odes as well, including:
-"Ode to the Forgotten"
-"America"
-"The Passions"
-"House of Odes"
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