{"sf1_id":686251,"sf2_id":"V1YKOOEm","title":"Stillness","author":"Diavora","words":75,"posted_at":"2014-03-29T22:36:00.000Z","tags":["Ice","Poem","Rhymes","Winter","cold","free verse"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/686251-stillness","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YKOOEm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/53/06/5306dd3a-7ef5-4eee-a43e-d4b3aacc38bc","description":"One of several poems I wrote one day upon waking up and school being closed due to snow. In March. In the deep south.\nI might post a few more up, I might go back to lurking. Dunno yet. Free verse, but has some structure to it, because I like rhyme schemes and such.\nHaven't written a poem I've deemed decent enough for uploading anywhere in a few years, so kinda nervous about this and the next few.","content":"The trees bow down  \nas the ice king dons his crown.  \nThe morning dew submits to wint'ry will.  \n  \nThe world is bathed in white,  \nand birds no more take flight.  \n  \nThaw away your fears,  \nWelcome to the wasted years,  \nAnd no more the ground may till.  \n  \nThe world welcomes the night,  \nSpring has lost the fight.  \n  \nSnow comes down without a care,  \nthe King invites you to his fair,  \nWhere all the world lay still.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}