A frosty first snowfall
I look out my window and see tiny white flakes falling from the sky,
It coats the ground with a creamy sensation,
I rush to put on my snow gear,
Out the door I go,
I look at the trees to see that they are covered in flakes white,
The whisper wind picks and I start to feel a shiver inside me,
I smell something coming from my kitchen window,
I look through the window and I see my mom making hot chocolate,
I dash through the door trying to take my snow gear off,
And then I see a cup of hot chocolate with my name on it,
With tiny marshmallows in it,
I think to myself I love the snow.
I look out my window and see tiny white flakes falling from the sky,
It coats the ground with a creamy sensation,
I rush to put on my snow gear,
Out the door I go,
I look at the trees to see that they are covered in flakes white,
The whisper wind picks and I start to feel a shiver inside me,
I smell something coming from my kitchen window,
I look through the window and I see my mom making hot chocolate,
I dash through the door trying to take my snow gear off,
And then I see a cup of hot chocolate with my name on it,
With tiny marshmallows in it,
I think to myself I love the snow.
- Peter Gustafson's blog
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