Mr. Glazer's Class

"How often I have thought of Death -"
In the style of Emily Dickinson 

How often I have thought of Death - 
Coming without a Sound -
Swiftly stealing life - away - 
On feet quiet as Night 

"A streak of gold - a splash of red -" 
In the style of Emily Dickinson 

A streak of gold - a splash of red - 
Against the darkened Sky - 
Pulling Nature towards its beauty - 

"One day the sun shines on the trees -"
In the style of Emily Dickinson 

One day the sun shines on the trees - 
The air - humid - and warm
But during the mystical night -
The rain comes - frosting down