Snow covers the earth like a white sheet on a nicely made bed.
As like freshly fallen snow, your sheets at first will chill you to the bone.
Like an angel on the ground, and flakes in the air, swirling all around.
As I Look upward to the sky, the snow looks like billions of stars floating down to earth.
If you hold out your tongue, catch flakes as they come falling.
They tickle one's nose, like a feather brushing softly under your feet.
Everyone laughing joyfully.
The kids, as well as adults, play with snowballs to pass the time.
And they build igloos and giant forts to play within.
Shoveling a driveway or a path makes you tired and in need of a warm bath.
A mug of hot chocolate and a blanket so warm,
I do think I love it, this mid-winter storm.
A poem by Garry Ventura
About the Creator
Garry Ventura
I have been a poet/writer for 10 years. I write about anything that I find interesting, but mostly how I am feeling. I live with Bipolar 1 disorder and social/generalized anxiety. I someday hope to be a published poet/writer.
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