Winter Poem

This poem is not about the cold. 

This poem is not about the cold freezing rain.
It is not about the fog swirling in the air.
Nor the windows covered with frost.
It isn’t even about the house drenched with rain. 

This is a warm poem.
A poem that likes drinking hot chocolate and watching movies. This is a sleep in the warm fleece blanket poem. A poem that stays inside and plays board games all day poem.

This poem wears fuzzy warm sweatpants.
This poem loves to wear warm fuzzy socks.
This poem wants to wear fluffy sweaters.

This poem is not about the cold.

I Know It’s Fall

Fall looks like fog under the dark-blue moon.

Fall looks like carved pumpkins on the door steps.

Fall looks like trick-or-treaters knocking on different colored doors.


Fall sounds like leaves prancing in the soft, misty air.

Fall sounds like trick-or-treaters stomping on colorful leaves.

Fall sounds like people raking crunchy leaves.


Fall tastes like warm mashed potatoes and gravy.

Fall tastes like a crispy and soft turkey.

Fall tastes like- sweet, caramelized apples.


Fall feels like cold air in the wind.

Fall feels like damp and wet air breezing around.

Fall feels like a warm fire heating up the coldness.


Fall smells like a baked apple pie.

Fall smells like the scent of a pumpkin latte.

Fall smells like a smoked turkey.



I Am Poem

I am a future scientist

I wonder what happens when you pour chemicals on solid surfaces 

I hear the computer click when I type

I see the experiments ready to be tested

I wish to get accepted into NASA

I am a future scientist


I pretend I am in a lab, testing the chemicals

I feel proud to be a scientist

I touch the bug to observe it

I worry that if I make a mistake I will get into trouble

I cry because I am happy

I am a future scientist


I understand that being a scientist is a lot of work

I say that I am a good scientist

I dream that I have my own laboratory

I try to get straight A’s so I can be successful

I hope I can become a chemist 

I am a future scientist