A snowy morning walk

I step outside and into the winter dawn
A crisp, icy breeze washes over me

Snowflakes dance in the air like tiny ballerinas
And pirouette softly to the ground 

The snow whispers under my feet
As I walk into the serene forest

Bundles of snow fall from tree branches
And land softly on the ground

Birds twitter faintly in the trees
As I slowly find my way to a clearing 

Pine needles litter a snowy canvas
Like tiny brushstrokes on paper

It is quiet and peaceful here
I am finally home
M

Margaret S.

VT

18 years old

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    the beach

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