Winter
Winter
A soft white blanket that smothers the streets,
Cloudy, grey skies and chilly, strong winds.
Frozen lakes and frost coated windows,
Rosy-red cheeks and cold, blue fingers.
The warm coal-fire, the welcoming smell of home-made mince pies and the feeling of excitement when you awake on Christmas day.
A soft white blanket that smothers the streets,
Cloudy, grey skies and chilly, strong winds.
Frozen lakes and frost coated windows,
Rosy-red cheeks and cold, blue fingers.
The warm coal-fire, the welcoming smell of home-made mince pies and the feeling of excitement when you awake on Christmas day.
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Okay, this is my very first poem. it's no good, I know, but I need to research poems and stuff first. Constructive criticism will help me loads, so please let me know what you think !And also, I'm not sure if this is in the right poem category or not, so if it's wrong, please let me know :)