Winter Times

         Winter Times          
                   Sara Nessel
         
The frosty breeze,
The blue sky,
The icy air.



It is warm inside,
With the fuzzy blankets,
The hot chocolate.



Then, You look outside,
At the blue sky,
And soon to be white ground.



It looks like it's going to snow,
So let's go out and wait,
And, When it comes we can play all day.



Then, When it leaves,
You will always know,
That it will come back next year.