Through the Living Hope

So in my creative writing class, we started our poetry unit today. My teacher gave us six pictures and had us write a poem about one of them. I did this picture:

So this is what I wrote, want help naming it, though:

Crunch

Snow is wet

Owls almost loud

Beam reflecting off the wet

Beam reflecting off the snow

Berry falls

plop

On head

Branch drags behind

Needles poke my wrist

Why? I’m wearing gloves

Cold wet seeps into boots

Cold snow seeps into boots

Rabbit sees, scampers away

We were so close

Now two sets of tracks

Exist in the wet

Exist in the snow

In the cold

Between the trees

And the falling wet

Snow

Another step

Another

Crunch

Sky is dark

Mountains are not

Stars are not

Stars are rice on a black sheet

Needles and berries are not

Needles and berries are decorations on a tablecloth

Snow is not

Snow is blinding

Snow is wet

But bark is dark

So is sky

Grass pokes up

Would sway,

If not for the wet

If not for the snow

Cold and stiff, yes

But strong

Resilient

Doesn’t care what cold says

Doesn’t care what wet says

Doesn’t care what snow says

Doesn’t care what anything says

Just grows

Grows

Grows

Higher and higher

Even through the wet

Even through the snow

Moon glows

A spot of light

In a sky of dark

Almost enough to turn off the beam

But not quite

Still too dark

Even if just a little

Still too dark

Wool itches

Boots begin to cold

In the wet

In the snow

Coat for my body

Scarf for my face

Hat for my ears

Gloves for my hand

Needle prick

Boots shouldn’t be cold

Boots should be warm

I need new boots

Thanks to the wet

Thanks to the snow

Nose turns red

Red like berries

So do ears

So do cheeks

Eyes feel frozen

Frozen like wet

Frozen like snow

So does mouth

So do fingers

So do toes