A Poem for the Season

Dec 19, 2009 13:47

Snow

A white blanket covered the earth,
Just like the one lying on top of my bed,
The coming of winter was like the season’s rebirth,
And all these thoughts were racing through my head.
I was to build my first snowman,
And smell the freshness of the evergreens,
So out the door I ran,
And I saw various scenes.
A mother with her child,
Walking through the snow,
A girl who complained the temperature was mild,
And in the hair of the little girl was a red bow.
Then I started to get set to work,
But not before I fell,
I saw many people smirk,
But the feeling of the snow on my face is hard to tell.
Icy, cold, and soft,
A different sort of feeling,
It was like lying down in a comforting loft,
Without even the care of breathing.
I even tasted that snow,
With its fresh, clean taste,
I forever wanted to stay so low,
And did not want to haste.
But I heard my mom yelling,
It was time for me to go,
I never built that snowman,
But it was my first experience with snow.
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