My first snowfall

This is my first winter in the states. for Christmas I went up to Missouri and i saw snow for the first time. I was quite exited and inspired that I decided to write two poems about snow in my creative writing class.

Winter

Season of bitter winds and unfruitfulness,
Friends of black trees and sad dying clouds.
You sweep people into their homes with your icy breath,
But we love you still if not for your crystal white snow,
Covering everything that’s so bleak and dead.
We forget why we lock ourselves inside,
A spell you put on us with your white beauty so haunting,
You are lucky dear winter, because you fascinate us so.


My first snow fall

The whistling trees woke me from bed,
Peering out the window, I saw nothing there.
I touched the icy pane, and I knew it would be soon,
So I thanked him, for reminding me to be aware.

I crept out the door. I was surprised by the wind.
He blew so hard, so cold, trying to burn my face.
Oh, don’t think you can talk me out of this.
I have traveled far and long to be at this place.

I looked up, something was coming.
I saw her hurry down to greet me,
As I blinked my eyes, she touched my skin,
Cold outside, but I felt warm within.

Now I know what it feels like,
Feeling her paintbrush swishing in the moonlight.
How happy she has made me tonight,
when I was painted all white.