Poem by me The Snow Snow Globe

written in style of Emily Dickenson on one side is The Snow In the deep cold breath of winter when the snow lay thick and deep. I saw a robin laying on the snow in death's cold sleep, frozen by the snows cold touch, in deaths ardent clutch, he lay forgotten there by all but me, he haunted my mind and was all I could see, though most around were celebrating the yule tide, my memories returned to where grave less lied, killed by the yule tide snow, left forgotten now lost in the flow. other side a picture of a robin in the snow alive