Wind wheezes chill breath as it tries to entomb;
Instead of flowers, frost icicles will bloom.
Nature is resting, wrapped up in warm coats,
Topped off with hats, and scarves around throats.
Enjoying some sport in fresh air if we dare,
Rosy cheeks flushing, we skate 'round the rink,
Then motor on home, hot toddies to drink.
Removing our boots we put slippers on,
Ending our day with sweet relaxation.
Armchairs pulled up, close in front of the fire,
Toasting marshmallows in our peejay attire;
Slipping to slumber, what more's your desire?
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| Writing Prompt |
write an acrostic poem about one of the four seasons. |
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