Canberra Winter

• Patrick Murray, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

Its different from the summer that we all know,
The land is covered with sparkling white snow,
Its never really hot,
Only occasionally warm,
And sometimes, they get a huge snow storm
The coldness starts at my toes,
And goes to my nose,
It freezes my fingers,
with frost that lingers.
The winds start blowing,
the flowers start growing.
soon it will be spring.
who knows what next winter might bring.