shopstie's a horrible writer and amanda is forcing her to post

helloooooo. i'm a horrriiblleee writer but amanda is forcing me to postt a poem here bc i wouldn't post any other writing....so here's the simile poem i wrote for mr. gilroy.... lmfao. i never named it its just about winter...


Snowfall, light as feathers,
Drifts to the ground,
Envelopes land and sea in a blanket of white.

Flowers await springtime air,
As if waiting for the right time,
For the sun to call to them.

Frigid air burns,
Stepping into the freezer
That is life.

Free, a child to play along the frozen streets.
So aware of all things around,
A wise old man to sit and recall.

Warm breath to kiss the frigid breeze in the dead cold night.

Fire burns and crackles, as love warms the world the same.