WINTER

 

James K. McAlister

   

 

On a winter day

Everything is calm.

Snow, ready to be thrown,

In the centre of my palm.

 

No birds chirp.

No creatures run.

Gone south or sleeping,

Waiting for the sun.

 

I grab my toboggan

And fly down a hill.

Cold air on my face

Gives me a chill.

 

On a winter day

Go out and play!

Enjoy the fluffy snow

Before it melts away!

 

 

© 2004, James McAlister

Email contact:    neilmac “at” durham.net