Winter
by Danica Lee, Age 11
Sanford, NC
© Stone Soup Magazine
The flowers call
Their last farewell
To the woods
As winter comes
To wilt their petals.
The snow falls
Upon brown leaves
Fallen on the roofs
Of houses strung
With sparkling lights.
The crisp air
And glittering frost
The little puffs of breath
And mugs of steamy tea
Only come in winter.