Winter poem Mollie TJS
Snow falls slowly as snowmen
stand alone in a field
waiting for a friend.
Ice puddles once free flowing
now encased in a slice of time,
slowly moving again.
Christmas trees stand in line waiting for a Christmas miracle.
The spiky tree lit up the sky and was the star of the show!
Icicles hang from the rooftop,
Slowly dripping down,
scaring anyone that stairs.
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