Flurries Fly Free
Old Man Winter and his cold breath flying
Falling, Falling all around
Little white flakes of cold water now
Collecting on piles on the ground
Little cold treats for tasting bouts
The cold touch and chill cannot be bound
All cannot deny its present sight
Of fearsome winds and blustery strike
Bitter is the scent is the scent in the air
As coats and hats are everywhere
The wind whistles through each season
Bringing its increased chilly reason
To stay inside and avoid the white blizzardy mix
So old man winter can have his kicks
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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