Winter

It's part of a four season group of poems

The white flakes fell upon the gound
There was not a single sound
The shimmering sparkle across the road
Appeared like diamonds when they glowed

Watching from the window all day
The steady snow will never give way
Throughout the evening hours it fell
Never to end, it seemed to tell

This winter was one for all to remember
It seemed to start around December
I was never so happy to see the Spring
In hopes of all the green it would bring