Like powdered sugar it fell and landed,
The hills and fields it thickly blanketed.
It was always cold to the touch
But then again, everyone thought as much.
Winter is here!
Winter is there!
Frost coated windows in intricate swirls and bursts,
While ice hung from the roofs in sharp groups like dragon teeth.
The flames of the hearths in houses danced, the logs always lit first.
And on many doors up and down the street was a single holly wreath.
Winter is here!
Winter is there!
The wax candles were lit aglow,
The wind howled down the streets below.
Stories were told and songs were sung,
And students wished other breaks lasted just as long.
Winter is here!
Winter is there!
YOU ARE READING
Wishing Upon a Star
PoetryWhen I shared this book, which was once a rough-draft People criticized my work so much that others laughed. But now as I publish my works, which are full of courage and dreams People think to themselves, "a book cover is not always what it seems." ...
