Page 58 - Winter Poetry 2018

Winter Morning
Lia F.
The sun is rising
The moon is dying
Crystals are falling
While I am yawning
No ice in sight
Only powdered delight
Chocolate wafer bars stand tall
Soft sugar covering them all
Frosted flakes floating the air
No trace of despair
Crackling fire is my desire
Keeping warm with furry attire