The cold is exactly what I was expecting,
I was told to prepare for it; I did just that.
But the beauty is not what I was expecting,
It took me by surprise,
It is so white and cold.
It's falling like settling dusts,
Gently, slowly it covers the ground.
Spotless, sparkling the snow appears.
This is going to be a white Christmas,
Because it's white and cold.
The cold is so severe,
But at night it helps me get a healthy sleep.
No matter how cold this is,
The beauty I see outweighs it.
It's cold, yet so white.
This will be my first white Christmas,
I couldn't stay out for so long because it's cold,
I couldn't stop looking through the window,
Because it's beautiful out there.
The cold is unbearable, but irresistibly white.
Wow... you know you created beautiful imagery in this poem... I love the snowww! I hate the cold, but there's something magical about snow... and you painted a lovely picture of my childhood.. it brought back lovely memories from my childhood and I just imagined myself playing in the snow again, making snow angels and sledding down a hill! I loved the nostalgic feeling it gave me. Beautiful description of a lovely time. Well done :)