The first snow of winter blankets the ground in purity
A dazzling white as far as the eye can see
The air is chilly and sounds serene
From the chirping birds to just my state of being,
But I'm cold.
The smell of baking bread and cinnamon
The sight of snowforts and snowmen
The laughter of shildren playing in the snow
Oh! To see what they see and know what they know,
But I'm cold.
A very cute poem! I enjoyed this one very MUCH!! Love those winter descriptions!