Katniss Everdeen


The Snow


See the snow
Its a blanket, soft and white
Falling slow
Covering the world, making it bright

Hear the snow
Crunching underneath feet
Children throw
The snow in the street

Smell the snow
The freshening scent
As the steady flow
Makes my heart content

Feel the snow
Powdery, it freezes your toes
As the blanket starts to grow
And the cold wind blows

Taste the snow
The way it makes the world look clean
Still cold though,
Makes the world, a beautiful scene

Love the snow
When I see it snowing all day
I just know
That everything is going to be okay

Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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  • Shekhar Joshi (1/20/2010 9:55:00 AM)

    I have wanted all my life to see snow fall.........hope i will someday experience this wonder........nice poem........only makes my urge stronger...lol

    u rock......\m/........ ;) (Report) Reply

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