Analysis of He who made kesil

He who made Kesîl

Leaves are falling off the trees
And that’s when I write poems as these
About how the chilling weather
Can make you change into a sweater

As the temperature drops outside
You find a warm place to hide
The cold makes your nose feel sharp
As you go to catch some carp

The freshly frozen ground crinkles
As some snow begins to sprinkle
Your boots shuffle around the snow
And the wind begins to blow

Now that snow is in your face
you’ve really begun a race
To the lake just in time
To see the sun with it’s last shine

The colors dance around the sky
As you look with one last eye
You build a fire to keep warm
You just wish you were in your dorm

You fall asleep to birds delight
As some geese take their flight
At some point you wake up and see
Something that fills you up with glee

Millions of stars that twinkle and shine
You have to move your line
You reach across and grab your phone
Thankful that you are alone

Quickly you snap a picture
That reminds you of some scripture
You fall back asleep in awe
As you dream of a claw