The Beauty of the First Snow Outside
A Villanelle poem
As a screen door opens up wide,
Little did the young child know,
The beauty of the first snow outside.
They tried not to dose,
Making their tired feet the stair,
Only just realizing the bite at their nose.
The grogginess began to subside,
As excitement slowly took over with
The beauty of the first snow outside.
With glee, they strode across the yard,
Knowing that soon school might be cancelled.
They wished for it, and wished for it hard.
They thought of the fun this would provide.
Joy brought by the first snowball from
The beauty of the first snow outside.
They stood waiting for the bus at the roadside.
Smiling as they heard it pulling up,
They couldn’t wait to see their friends and confide
The beauty of the first snow outside.
About the Creator
Michael Bradshaw
Started writing a few years back in the form of roleplay, writing little stories of fiction with other people. As time went by I realized I loved it and others enjoyed reading my work. I just hope that I can create more for people to enjoy.
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Comments (1)
Such a sweet poem, loved it!