Winter byJasmine Garry

I see snow glittering in the sun.

I see chipmunks gathering nuts.

I hear the old trees rustling in the wind.

I hear the people walking in the snow.

I hear the snowmobile brushing snow against the road.

I feel the wet and cold snow on my fingers.

I feel the cold frost on the bark of the trees.

I touch the snow falling from the sky.

I touch the feathers from the birds who were once here.

I look back to where the sun once was and now the

clouds are, and I think that frozen the move is here.