Winter Poem by Shannon Greenwald

Winter



You can sense dread in the trees as winter approaches.
With it’s freezing temperatures, and robbing of the sunlight.
With it’s chilling winds, and blinding storms.
And yet when I look to winter all I see is the beautiful new fallen snow, and the crystals hanging off the sleeping trees.
When I think of winter I see new beginnings, and life put on hold so we can enjoy what we can of this Angelic season
I long for the passion that is winter.

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Katherine Wiley 22 January 2008

Very nicely worded poem about winter. I find winter exciting because of the cold refreshing air and the beauty of snow. Nice work. Kate

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Ben Gieske 02 November 2007

I like 'the sleeping trees' and the 'passion that is winter'. Whose passion? Winter's or ours or both.

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