Winter Poem

This poem is not about the cold.   This poem is not about the freezing cold wind swirling around me.  It is not about the icy-cold rain drops that start falling down my face every time I step outside.  Nor frozen numb hands and feet that hurt when I move them.  It isn’t even about…

Fall Sensory Poem

Fall looks like kids walking down the street dressed in aesthetic costumes going door to door and yelling, “Trick-Or-Treat”.  Fall looks like Halloween decorations everywhere with multi-colored leaves falling in the bright light of the moon.  Fall smells like delicious pumpkin pie cooking in the oven as the sweet and aromatic smell fills the house. …

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