Dec 18
poem challenge: Blue
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Winter's Way

The ocean is blue yet 

            not as icy as you dear, dear winter. 

         In Vermont, blue jays may no longer fly

          except when you come. 

You make all my worries die, dear, dear winter. 

     Not even the mountain dew

    is in any comparison to you dear, dear Winter. 

 In Spring, flowers start to spring but 

   then at Christmas you bring snow 

to everything dear, dear winter. 

When the snow starts to melt into the sky,

 there is only one thing to say

       and that thing is, goodbye.
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About the Author: Chook
Chelsey Hook