Winter Blues

Winter Blues a Children’s poem Snow on the ground and all around. Harsh wind on my back blowing me in every direction. It’s so cold outside. Across the road some children have built a snowman. He has no eyes, no nose, no mouth. The winter is the worst season for me but I was born in January one of the coldest winter months so what can I say. The coldest month just days after my birthday is in February. Temperatures get so low and snow turns to ice and black ice always scares me. This winter I haven’t fallen so thank the Lord for that!