This poem was
found amongst Adam’s school work after his death. From the handwriting of the assistant it must
have been written in 2010/11.
It is clearly
unfinished, for example, Adam had not added punctuation, apart from two commas,
which he tended to add last to his poems.
It is a wonderful gift to find from Adam.
WINTER
Winter
is
Frost
on my window pane like an artist’s stroke
Shimmering
it sparkles with the changing light
Icicles
clinging from the roofs and doorways
People
slipping and sliding balancing precariously
Along
winding streets and lanes
It
is a winter tapestry
Snow
covered hills
A
frozen lake that a gliding swan swims on
It
is a glittering star
A
silver rocket
Landing
on the moon
Shivering
freezing sneezing
Fingers
and toes
Face
red
Nose
running
Hats
on heads
Collars
turned up
People
wrapped up
Thick
socks, wellies, furry boots
Winter
is a frosty landscape
A
colourless time
Windows
frosted over
Fields
covered in snow
All
is white
©
Adam Bojelian
