A winter breeze
brushed against the tassels
of her velvet scarf.
She breathed in
the misty, wet smells
that melt her heart.
Her mittens tickled
the warm, scarlet wool
padded in her pockets.
Winds back and forth
against the snowy trees
rocking large snow deposits.
She smiled at the
mushy, muddy tracks
her boots evenly made.
She bunched up
a big ball of powdery snow
and in that she played.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2018 17:18
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
This is a nice piece. I do not know why, but I always like poems, art, movies, ex. about Winter.
Keep writing.
Persistence is key
thank you kindly.
Good heartwarming write.
thanks!!
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