Winter Poetry

Winter Poem

I see the cold wind blowing between the poor trees and hot and warm smoke coming out of

the chimney.

I hear parents telling children winter stories and children getting ready to sleep in their warm and cuddly beds.

I smell wood burning from the fire in the living room and delicious food from the kitchen.

I feel the hot chocolate go through my throat and warm fire through my hands.

I taste the hot chocolate and the delicious food that my mother made in the kitchen.