For Children

Zohar Lindemann

Winter

3rd & 4th Grade Poetry Winner

I step outside
as the cool winter breeze
surrounds me
I hear its soft whirr
fade above me
taking my troubles
up along with it
a silver shiver
races up my spine
disappearing
at the top of my head
but somehow
I can
still see it
clinging to the wind
slicing into
the sky