Winter

Coldness of days that turn to frost

Where frost and ice cross

The cold that makes you fingers numb

From the tip of your fingers to the tip of your thumb

Cold atmosphere where you see your breath

With this cold you could catch your own death

Snow flakes that gracelly fall

Building a snowman 5 foot tall

Sledging down snowy hills

Where you high from adrenaline rush thrills

 

Reviews

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. oh my ... oh my ... oh my ... what a spectacular poem about winter ! ... you are an astonishing poet ... this is like an amazing painting of winter in words ... and it's a painting that breathes life ... and the last line is absolutely out of this world outstanding ! ... "adrenaline rush thrills" is a brilliant expression ... unforgettable ! ...

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- oh wow - this is a fascinating winter poem - serah's so right - although its not so cold here - i could really feel the cold in my bones - :) - you're extremely skilled and extremely gifted - :) - love the poem - outstanding indeed!!!! -