A New England Winter (I Wrote This Myself) Poem by Erica Marie Martel

I stare out the window,
at the snow on the ground,
on the biggest mountain,
on the smallest mound,
the wind makes it swirl,
around and around,
I look on in wonder,
not making a sound,

The trees glistening with snow,
the christmas trees row after row,
putting the sweetest smell in the air,
all i can do is stare,
as the lakes begin to freeze,
we all start to sneeze,
time to dig out the winter coat,
as the woods stoves start to smoke,

New England winters maybe harsh,
they maybe freezing cold,
you'll remember the stories when your old,
the fun times with friends,
the broken hearts starting to mend,
you'll share the fun times,
the hard times, the tears
Because love warms New England winters through all the years.