Kenn's Book Of Poems

Feelings of Winter

Soft, fluffy white petals of ice,
The breeze is slow, the pace is nice.
White can be seen for miles with those icy blue eyes,
And the snow-covered land can marvel one with its size.

The calm wind breathes its long, icy breath,
The sky is dominantly grey like the afternoon Sun had no power left.
The powdery, yet stiff snow crunches beneath one’s feet,
Though people’s tracking of their shoes make the snow appear meak.

The cold smell is nice and fresh,
The snow falling more softly than the aging Sun retiring to rest.
People can fall in love within the snow’s gentle and calming caress,
And some others love the feelings of winter nonetheless.

Christmas time is easily felt within one another’s hearts,
But people never completely feel this until the powdery, light snow starts.
Reds and greens surround the calm, but lively neighbourhood,
And other people go to their neighbours to spread the cheerful good.

It’s the feeling that people can being conversing upon,
But it can be gone within the next evening’s dawn.
It can smell like warm peppermint hot chocolate,
And it could taste like the cinnamon of the candy men’s compartments.

Family and friends will gather around the fireplace,
With the mantle being pronounced with the white, detailed thin lace.
Laughter and merry conversations ring throughout the house,
Nobody is able to feel a single ounce of doubt.

It’s a season that most people never like,
Having to worry about the gentle snow covering the slick ice.
Winter should be seen as a happy and upbeat time of year,
Due to the fact that there’s the perfect amount of airy cheer.

I have always loved the way the seasons change,
But there’s always one thing that stays the same.
My favourite season has always been winter,
Mostly because there’s no staying inside, there’s no storms with thunder.

The melancholy falling of the snow is soothing to my mind,
It helps me leave all my regrets of the past behind.
As the bright sun dims and my sleepy consciousness appears to sway,
My love of winter will never cease to stay.

The soft yet crunchy snow crumbles beneath my feet, sticking to my shoes,
The peaceful breeze is one that I never want to lose.
Sure, the bitter cold nips at my nose and red rosy cheeks,
But it makes all of my other thoughts seem meek.

Some would think that walking outside in the winter’s snow is folly,
But I see it as a way to see the winter trees bloomed to its red and white holly.
It could always be that I chose for the snow to be my favourite season of all,
Or it could be that the loving powdery white snow wanted to help catch me when I would fall.

Even though ice is something that is something that someone could be incredibly graceful on,
I still will go outside and take my lonely walk before the winter’s loving, but cold embrace is gone.
I love the way that the snow can calmly sparkle and twinkle into one own’s eyes,
And I feel at home with the light grey, dimly lit skies.

When the moon falls earlier, the lights turn on in full bloom,
And the rainbow symphony of colourful lights light up the darkness of winter’s bitter cold moon.
I walk down the streets paved with powdered white and let the lights shine down,
And the only thing that never appears on my face is even the slightest frown.

I reminisce of the winter’s nights where I was always walking with my friends,
And we always made sure that the warming fun would never end.
All of the friendly, happy celebrations come to mind,
And my heart soothes to become warm and kind.

My feelings of winter are ones that are too long to list,
But I would gladly take winter’s fog over summer’s mist.
And as the winter’s moon sets to let the sun of spring rise,
My own feelings of winter will never truly subside.

~Kenna H.
-Was put into a writing contest
-Went to district speech and got division 2