The Snow

Walking down the pathway,

covered in white snow.

I see the trees,

and see the ground,

and which season now I know.


"It's winter time."

I whisper ,

like someones even there.

the snow was not the only thing,

I feel the frigid air.


I wrap my scarf tightly,

around my chilly throat.

I did not know,

it'd be so cold,

I wish I'd worn a coat.