Winter Poem by Johnathan Butler

Winter



Snowflakes falling,
Angels calling,
Tree branches: frozen, bare,
Dark clouds nearing,
Softly cheering,
You see your breath in the air,
Sun is hiding,
Slipping sliding,
On the ice you find so fun,
The flower’s peeking,
Silent sneaking,
And now you see winter is done.

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