Melted

It is wired how I go to write about a certain thing and then all of a sudden I am writing about something that is not even related. In the case of my newest poem "Melted" I was going to write about eyes and instead I started writing about snow and sunshine. My goal with this poem was to write something that I felt sure of. So that when my editor went to edit it she didn't have anything to really edit. I accomplished my goal and it made me feel supper good inside. Just knowing that I can accomplish anything I set my mind too. 

Melted

On a cold, crisp December morn,

Right after the first snow storm. 

 The sun let down her elegant streams; 

As the snow looked up to see her bright beams. 

Then there fell in love with her first light; 

So there she stood to make things bright. 

While she stood there shinning in all of the gray;
The snow ever slowly melted away.

By Evelyn Creon