Tuesday, 12 March 2013


Here is a poem I wrote about snow. I hope you like it.


The thing I like best about winter is snow
sometimes it is here,and then it will go
like fairies they twirl,and flutter around
and touch the ground gently,without a sound
a winter wonderland where secrets dwell
which nobody knows and never will tell
as snow being watched by you and me
drops onto the ground but very lightly
I wonder what mysteries hide out there
in the snow like a maiden, sweet and fair

1 comment:

  1. I love your poem Bec. I like the verses that talk about how 'secrets dwell' and that 'mysteries hide out there'. You create lots of mood with your poem. Love Grandad.