winter poem

Whoosh! The wind is freezing.

The kettle is boiling,

you can smell your hot chocolate being made.

The snow twirls down onto the ground.

You can see steam coming from your mug,

it's filled with hot chocolate, as hot as lava. 

The snow is soft and fluffy,

it's shivering cold from the fresh wind.

The wind is as cold as ice.

You are warm from your mug,

as you are drinking hot chocolate out of it.