The trees shake their 

spindly, naked fingers 

at the ruthless grey of 

the winter sky, 

sighing as the 

bitter wind passes by 

briefly, like a single 

word spoken between 

star crossed lovers; 

a romance gone unnoticed 

for the moment. 

Hello! I am back! Hope you guys had a good holiday. So here's my first poem of the year... an ode to the snowless Toronto winter we're experiencing.
This was like a 2 minute poem created in the middle of English class where surprise, surprise, we just started our poetry unit.