Winter

by Aradhana Khuntia aged 9

Snow is scattered upon the ground
Some is piled in a huge mound

All the trees have shed their leaves
And we shiver as we roll down our sleeves

Snowflakes rest upon your nose
You miss the sound of chirping crows

Winter is a season where you long to be warm
It’s a time when snowmen take their form.

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