Winter vegetables

Winter writing

I can see the ice on the mountain slowly starting to melt. I can hear my legs struggling as I walk to the distance. I can feel the breeze clashing against my skin. I taste the ice on my tongue as it slowly turns into ice. I smell the dirt hiding in the bushes. I can also hear the birds chirping crazy. I see the water starting to clear out of the path. I can feel goosebumps running up to my face.

The tired I got the more I wanted to stop and lay on the floor. My lips slowly turned blue. I couldn't help but to slow down and warm up my lips. I started  to get warm enough that I decided to continue the hike. As I panted and  walked  I could smell something great. It was like a pot of cookies. what could it be? Looking left to right I found the smell. It was a bunch of flowers in the bushes. Ending my trip with a cup of hot cocoa by the fire and a nice big sleep.                                                                               

     

Winter poem

Winter season starts on the 1st of June
 Ice all over the green grass
Nice and warm inside by the heater
Toasting my feet by the hot fire
Eating some leftover food to keep my warm
Rolling on the floor pretending to its snow