Tuesday

Winter feels like waking up in the morning with ice
on my deck.
Winter smells like my mum making a hot chocolate for me when I wake up.
Winter looks like the last leaves falling on the ground when
I am asleep.
Winter sounds like hailstones crashing on the rooftop.
By Quanah

1 comment:

  1. Quanah, this is a beautiful poem, you are very talented. Arohanui, Mum~

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