I woke up one morning and look outside
As I saw the snow, I sighed
Piles and piles and piles of snow
It was so radiant, it seemed to glow
A fluffy white powder all over the yard
It was nothing you could discard
Sharp, pointy icicles hanging from the gutter
As beautiful white butterflies flutter
Such a beautiful sight as you well know
Seeing all that gorgeous snow
As I sat by the window daydreaming,
I faintly heard the children screaming
I watched them playing, throwing snowballs
I can also hear the Cardinal's calls
Such a beautiful sight as you well know
Seeing all that gorgeous snow
A fluffy white powder all over the yard
It was nothing you could discard...
Author notes
This is Part 1 of the 4 seasons
Comments
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i like ur poem!
butterflys in winter? ur funny
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Ooooohhhhh....
How I wish that it would snow here in SoCal
A beeeeeeeeeeeautiful poem, with a wonderful background
thanks for sharing, sweetie :)
*hugs*
Bro. Zach
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