by Sylvia
Winter's night, although I complain about the cold, there is nothing like bundling up, walking at night in the cold crisp air of a winter night, moon shining, starts bright, maybe snow to make snow angels. It is a beautiful thing, a Winter's night. Well done. |
I find so much beauty in nature and the changing of the seasons. Winter nights seem crisp and clean, every thing intensified. Good poem |
by Sunshine
U know how dear my friendship with u is..lol but now with these poems about winter..I am crowning ITTTTTT.. |