Blizzard Poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson

Its fun, watching the snow.
It falls gracefully to earth
floating on the air
and dancing to the ground

But its when the snow gets vicious
that's horrible.
It pelts to the ground
more like rain than snow
losing all its grace
as the wind kicks in.
Faster it falls
thicker too.

All around, snow
nothing but white everywhere.
You cant see the roads or the houses
not even the tree you're under.
Nothing but white
spiraling from the heavens
blinding, and spitting on you.

Then the drowsiness comes
sneaks up on you
forcing you to sit down
too tired to stand
too cold to stay awake.
Though going to sleep
is the worst thing you do.
'Cause you'll never wake after.
Like a sleeping draft it knocks you out
and like a murderer it buries you.

Once its died the blizzard is another fun thing to
enjoy.
Through it's terror it has left a present
for everyone to share and enjoy.
The snow.