Winter's Coming

This is a poem I wrote for Language Arts, about the coming of winter.

Winter’s Coming
The days gray and plants wilt, as the wind whistles through the eaves,
The trees decide to slowly let go of their leaves.
The frosts’ gentle touch whitens the grass in the eve, and the morning,
The summer birds are all gone south, cardinals are the landscape joining.
The air is crisp, fresh, and cold, and soon Ma shall say
We must all bundle up as we go out to play.
Winter is coming, Christmas is near,
Soon sleigh bells will ring and gifts appear,
Soon we shall celebrate Jesus’ birth,
Celebrate with family, food and mirth.
Winter is coming, and Christmas along,
A whole new year will add its’ song.