This is a poem I am writing for an English class. Could someone give me feedback on this?




Winter Fog

I step outside for a pleasant winter walk
The world is white
But not from snow.
The world is white from
Clouds of fog

The air is cool
But slightly wet
The world is dead silent
Just like a snowy morning

Walking ever so slowly
Through the fog
I see trees
Looming around me
Like giants straight out of
A mythological tale

Stripped of their leaves
With only their branches
They look like the trees
Out of an evil witch’s forest

There is no wind
The world is dead silent
The trees look sad and creepy
I stroll along in the a calm mental state
Lost in my thoughts
With my head in the clouds
Which are quite literally
Surrounding me

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