Winter Poem by Emily Alice Madden
Winter
Walking down streets, wind batting against our faces
In the night sky, like old men putting us in our places.
Never have I seen such beautiful surroundings,
Than when the ground is filled with snow, little white sprinklings.
Even when its raining, winter is still a beautiful thing,
Rounding up every tiny little bird, taking it somewhere nicer to be happy and to sing.
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4/26/2024 7:23:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good poem in best of spirits.