The air bites sharp, a winter kiss,
But beauty blooms in all of this.
The snow, a hush upon the land,
More flakes than I can understand.
Like sugar spun, so white and light,
It blankets all throughout the night.
A playground built of frosty gleam,
A perfect winter, waking dream.
We laugh and run, a joyful sound,
And snowballs fly, above the ground.
A playful shove, a frozen fight,
With rosy cheeks and eyes so bright.
I've loved this sight since I was small,
The gentle way the snowflakes fall.
I waited long, with hopeful heart,
And now it's here, a brand new start.
The world is hushed, the air is clean,
My heart is full, my soul serene.
The snow has come, a welcome grace,
And happiness returns to this place.
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Kylie_love (
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Comments2
The winter season portrayed in this poem with great images. Nicely done
Kylie, this reads like a celebration of memory and presence at once. You balance childhood wonder with adult calm, letting joy arrive without forcing it. A gentle, satisfying close that lingers. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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