Best Seasonspeople Poems
Many people dread,
The crisp, white snow that comes falling,
Some people may love.
Winter
The weather so cold the air is still
No sound from a bird, tree movement nil
No cars are in sight, no people walk
No cell phones jangle, no people talk
Atlanta’s winters usually gentle
Grass frozen from ice detrimental
Surrounded by this cold enclosure
Suffering from freezing exposure
Suddenly, my breath steams from chapped lips
Impacted by cold, the winter script
The car next door is coated with ice
States farther South begin to entice