WINTER LOVE / HATE
by Cheyenne Marie Gillett
To be honest, I hate the cold; I freeze easily,
But I love how the snow tickles my nose.
I love how the trees are naked
And the sky dresses them in white like a dress.
I love how we can build men and dance with them.
I honestly hate the cold,
But I love the different dancing fairies that dance in the sky.
I love how the wind sings at night, hushing all the animals to sleep till spring.
I love how the grass changes into new shades of color.
I hate the cold because I freeze easily.
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