Winter

(photo by Mid Stutsman)

Winter

by

Grace Berkheiser

Spring melts into summer.

Summer turns into fall.

Fall turns into winter.

It's the coldest of all.

When winter comes we think

Of the cold wind that blows,

Of hot chocolate covered

In floating marshmallows,

Of cardinals in the snow,

And birdseed on the ground,

Glittering frost and snow,

That cover all around.

We like it when it's here,

Though so quickly it goes.

In our memories we see,

Frost and wind and...snows.

(original and unedited)

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