The winter of childhood

I remember being a child in the snow, its cold embrace surrounding me as I moved my arms and legs to make a snow angel.

The sky was as white as the snow, I was the only colorful thing around for miles.

Or so it seemed.

Reviews

[Talkativeted]

Anyone reading this poem could not help but remember there days as a child in the snow. Nice poem.

[Brandon]

very nice i really liked this peice it was short and to te point



100/100