Winter

A "triplet" poem I wrote in 6th grade.

Snowflakes falling on my head

When will I see a winter wed?

Now mother tells me to go to bed

I'm so glad that snow doesn't contain lead

"I love winter a lot" I said

I have a winter book I read

Snowflakes I hope will come soon

But now all I see is the bright moon

Although I hear "snow at noon"