October

The wintry view
Is like the sullen face,
Reflected in the window
And shadowed by the light.

Leaves are dancing
On the roof and
Floating to the ground.
Which leaves the bravest

Tree a bare, beneath
The pale lagoon lit sky,
Shimmers in the blink,
Of a weary eye.

The glowing moon of
Love and hate
Does change its
Shade again.

That gust of wind,
Does flicker light and
Senses to and fro.
And at the end

Hope arrives,
Guided by,
A flake of snow.

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Biography

I'm 17. Attending Yeats College Waterford. Ireally only got into poetry recently. I used to always write a lot of songs, and perform them in my band but I just turned to poetry for a change