As I peer out
my frosted kitchen window
and look across
an endless blanket of white
I realize
there is nothing like the magic
of winter's first snow
Its a beautiful sight
the fresh fallen flakes
landing gracefully
on the barren branches
of old oak trees
the aroma
of steaming hot chocolate
and refreshing peppermint
fills the chilled winter air
bringing back sweet memories
the feel of the cool
frostbitten air
nipping at my noes
and chilling to my bones
The cool fresh taste
of melting snow
on my warm tongue
bringing me back into
the simple innocence of childhood
There is nothing like the magic
of winter's first snow
nothing like the senses
of a simple cold winter day
to bring back the memories
and times of simpler days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Ah! All the reasons why I love the winter season! Your poem conveys all the magic and splendor of a winter snowfall. Love the imagery!