Wintertime

November 13, 2012
By mahliahing GOLD, Polk City, Iowa
mahliahing GOLD, Polk City, Iowa
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The soft sound of snow crunching beneath my feet,
And I can’t think of any other place I’d rather be.
Snowflakes are falling, sticking in my hair,
As I see my breath in front of me in the cold, brisk air.
Rolling snowballs to have a fight,
I love the way snow reflects the sunlight.
It’s a time for red, green and white, not black nor gray,
Christmas, New Year’s, birthdays and the holidays.
Boots, hats, scarves, and gloves,
Wintertime is a time for love.


The author's comments:
Winter is my favorite season :)

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on Dec. 3 2012 at 6:36 pm
TheSkyOwesMeRain GOLD, Irvine, California
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Favorite Quote:
Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments which take your breath away.

You are only as strong as your weakest link.

Great job! I love the sensory details and images you put into this poem, keep up the good work!


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