A Winters Poem
Poem By Natalie Clyne
The cold air swaying through my hair,
The frost on my fingertips, I just can't bare.
The dark, windy nights,
Enough to blow a thousand kites,
The little snow that there is,
The blossoms in the spring I do miss.
Birds hop along the snow looking for food,
While people in their houses try to get into a happier mood.
All the animals keep warm in teams,
As the winters snow glitters with gleam.