Winter Poem


Frozen grass crunches under my shoes.

The breeze softly blows the bare trees as the ice slowly melts off them.

Steam is calmly climbing towards the clear blue sky.

The warm glowing sun sneaks between the trees stopping ice crystals from forming, as they glint in the sun light.

The smell of smoke enters my nose from a nearby wood fire making me wish I could be next to it.

My breath races out of my mouth like a drag race then calmly rises towards the tall leaf-less trees.

By Sam