Julia Fouts
The sting of cold hits my face
As I walk outside to the wintery place.
Snowflakes fall and dance to my nose;
They are each individuals, every time it snows.
I embrace the scene of my world in white,
A terrifying storm brought upon this peaceful sight.
I see the children playing;
They are squealing and laughing and obeying.
I walk back inside and warmth gives me a hug
As I drink the hot cocoa from my holiday mug.
I try to forget bad times from this year,
For now it is time to sing and to cheer.
This is winter,
It’s the end of one and the beginning of another.
