In the middle of winter I thought that I must compose a poem about the most magical things about it... Snow
Creeping through the towns by night,
Covering them in a glistening white,
Filled inside with a magic of sorts,
Snow is the element you cannot thwart.
Pinching cold and freezing fingers,
The price you pay and it lingers,
The never-ending freezing fall,
Shall fall and fall past the wall.
With this substance you can make,
A smiling snowman or a protective fort,
The snowman with a smile of coal,
While the fort protects from the cold outdoors.
Out the window down it falls,
The snow coming down in sheets and walls,
A beautiful sight to behold,
It seems as if you’re in a different world.