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4 years ago

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

The snow outside is freshly fallen.                                                                          The starry sky is pink and still.                                                                                In the distance, you hear the calling                                                                      Of music and sleigh bells downhill.

The sounds of carols and children laughing,                                                          And your footsteps walking through the snow,                                                        Are all you hear as your joy is rising                                                                    On your journey, through this town, back home.

The lights hanging on the houses and trees                                                          Make the magical night bright as day.                                                                    Red and green are all that you can see,                                                                And you barely know what to say.

You arrive at the house just in time,                                                                        And are greeted by family and friends.                                                                  Then you suddenly hear the clock chime,                                                             And you hope that this night never ends.


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2 years ago

It’s almost wintertime! It doesn’t snow here but the mornings are freezing!

anyway, this is a requested poem from a friend for her story. Enjoy! Winter

Winter’s cold breath lures me from sleep;

The crisp bite nipping at my skin as I wake

Frosted windows, breath of fog, crystals forming on the glass;

As the sky gently lets down small snowflakes

Dew collects on leaves, dripping down the windowsill;

Forming icicles that glimmer in dawn’s light

The fire crackles cozily in a warm hearth

As snow blankets the ground in a soft white

The fresh scent of pine drifts through the air

As I run through trees with their lush green leaves;

Their branches laden with heavy snow

As lovely violas bloom at morning’s eve


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