Winter Is Coming
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Ashleigh Hill, Grade 6, Kangaroo Valley Public School
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Poetry
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2018
Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition
The briskness of beauty is unwilling,
Though in such grace, fade.
It’s envy devours my being, my passiveness,
Though my frigid grasp be mighty,
My strength, lay weak.
I bring but only a shiver,
A tremble down your spine,
A sensation of the gelid change.
Though the frosted realms I engulf,
I leave behind but a memory;
Sorrowful and of disdain.
I be what was great,
Or maybe great I be.
Though I’m of humble beginnings,
A mere whisper in your ear,
Though listen carefully when I say…
Winter is near.