Winter

The slight crunch underfoot,
The still air smelled of frost.
As I licked a snowball,
My gaze swept around my surroundings,
Everything was in a blanket of snow.

When I finished the snowball,
With ice on my tongue,
I felt like I had been dipped into an ice bath,
I felt as peaceful as if I was
Sitting by a clear blue river.





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Ayyad said...
Jan. 24, 2012 at 10:00 pm
I love this poem is very unique and true!! I would love to hear your opinion on my one an only poem!!
 
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