Tyler DeHart

As the winds of winter whip my face,
A snow angel I would like to trace,
Oh how cold this is I say aloud,
Now I see a great big cloud,
As the snow begins to precipitate,
I will so remember this special date,
As I played in the ice,
I now start to remember paradise,
I am having so much fun,
I don't want there to be a sun,
The sun comes out,
I start to pout,
As the snow is done for the year,
I hope more snow is near.