Snow

• Anita Zhong, Grade 5, Sunnybank Hills State School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Spread The Word 2017' competition

Snow
The chilling cold conquers my dwelling
Soft works of art settle on my windowsill
Frost growing like beans in spring
Branching out like a flat willow tree
Outside, one hundred snowmen stand like an army of warriors
Elated children glide gracefully on ice
Snowflakes descend, twirling like a ballerina
A picture stirred in my mind; her warm licks and glossy white fur
The big hugs she gives me after the game of fetch
Bella never leaves me, and I’ll never leave her