Snow Forts

Big chunks of ice and snow
I build a wall
To protect and hide.

I roll snow
into balls,
A circular white mass
To destroy the enemy.

The mass flies
toward me,
coldness covers
my face.

I take the snow
And roll a ball
I take aim
and fire.
The enemy is cold too.

Apple

Sadness

Sadness is blank,
Like the hole in your heart.
And the pain in your stomach.
Sadness is the mother of all emotions.
You feel it,
Others will feel it.
It gets carried around by one soul
Carried by one and onto the next.

     Little Italy