DUSTINGA Poem by Miss SharonAwwwwww winter!DUSTING Shivering from head to toe Fighting winds that ever blow Walking on the crunch of snow And dusting on the firs Lungs up-filled with mountain cold One is careful to be bold Moving slowly...like the old To whisper silent night Through the town of folk-strewn streets Wave to friends you often greet Longing for the fire to heat Winter from the day Snowball fights and mittens wet We remember to forget Noses red of those we've met Christmas comes to town! *** © 2016 Miss SharonReviews
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6 Reviews Added on December 21, 2016 Last Updated on December 21, 2016 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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