Premonition Poem by Kalee Skriver

Premonition



Icy winds freeze my breath in mid-air.
As night falls, I grow more and more unaware.
There is a storm brewing above my head,
and we must be careful of where we tread.
Black ice awaits those
who do not take the time to watch where they go.
What we reap we shall forever sow.

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