Bailey Butler

Poem #3

Glistening snowflakes,

Falling into messy hair.

Shimmering like gold;

She rests on the field of white

The winter snow her blanket.

Solemn the white night,

Sound swallowed whole by the snow,

Snow kisses her cheek

As she lays there still.

She giggles and smiles wide,

Loving winter nights.