Winter fields and Red oranges Poems titles week 3

Purple Oranges

My heart is broken

My eyes over flows

The is no going back

No matter what

Like Purples oranges

We can’t fix this

My heart is broken

No matter what

The is no going back

Winter fields

Cold

White

Green

Dead

Brown

The is only death for the land

Gather your meals

Gather your things

The is only death for the land

Wisdom is in full supply

To be without means no longer seeing spring

Smile a bit for you had foresight

The is only death for the land

A warm sweater and hot chocolate

Fire wood in full stack

The is only death for the land

All is good