Winter King
a cold day in winter,
a tremendous sight,
a mother sings to her children,
saying goodnight.
the cold is thick,
lying on the ground
a smell of dampness,
in the air all around.
What a sight,
for a winter king,
watching the snowflakes,
dancing and singing.
so while we are nestled
in the land full of dreams
we should be dreaming
about the sweet winter king.
Shannon burke 12/11/15 write me a winter poem
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