Winter
The season of warmth, in love, not degrees,
Full of joyful, jubilant juniors, huddled around trees.
Cloaking the ground are pearl white blankets of snow,
Like layers of powder on a sweet marshmallow.
The spirit of Christmas, fresh in our minds
The school and homework no longer us binds
A bright, crackling fire, as warm as the sun,
Ablaze in a chimney Saint Nick has run
Like the passage of time, the eternal flame burns
While the clock finishes ticking, and the New Year turns.
The end of one year and the dawn of anew,
A signal that the end of Winter break is due
But, oh wait! Is that a ground covered by snow?
It looks like we won’t have school on a day fifteen below!
Now is the time for forts and friendly fights,
As we are all bundled up in fleeces and tights
A time for family, for friends and for fun,
For mugs of hot chocolate, and presents weighing a ton
Winter, the jolliest season of all,
Is like the candle burning at the end of a hall:
Warm, hopeful, and cozy, above all.
-Allan D.
Poetry
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