Come To Me Winter Poem by bethany jeffreys

Come To Me Winter



Come to me Winter.

Saturday through Saturday, she wished it would snow.
When? Why is it coming so slow?
When she woke up at midnight,
It was like Vanilla Twilight,
Everything was so amazing,
There is no need for waiting.
The stars were bright, the grass so free,
The world was at peace and she shined with pure glee.
Her happiness was like no girl,
She never thought about anything but the snow world.
The snow never came that December,
But she knew she would always remember that happiness of her summer-winter.

-Bethany Jeffreys

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