Puffy Cotton Balls Poem by Mae Witt

The clouds overhead looked like a mass of puffy cotton balls
snow had fallen but the girl was not so cold at all
The snowflakes were ginormous, the kind you can see many shapes
as they land on your skin, in a split second they ominously drape

As the snow got thicker it swirled around till it ended
and took on the shape of a hap-hazard snow tornado well blended
Ella showed no fear within she had felt a tingling sensation
With this thought in mind, she felt like the snowflakes turned without no hesitation.

Into words, these words spun fast and past with no more like reading
The words were manifesting into a vestibule of potent meaning.

Mae