The Snow

"Winter is coming!" a little girl yelled
as she held tight on the merry-go-round.

Her braided pony-tails whipped in cold air,
her lips and cheeks red, her breath of fog air.

Her red mittens and matching boots warm with fur,
her thick yellow coat hooded her blond braided hair.

The thick little boy who was pushing her around,
had a twinkle of mischief with a smile half mound.

A wet little sparkle hit her red little nose,
the little boy laughed and said, "Look it's snow!"

The girl jumped off and they both ran in circles,
Rejoicing in their own way, one of natures true miracles.

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