First you see, that glimpse of white, They say the first snowflake is like a flicker of light. Snowflakes are so beautifully designed, Anyone would think the creator had an extravagant mind. It is said that no two snowflakes are the same, I think that's true, if not, that would be quite lame. On the ground you see, a fresh blanket of snow, The neighborhood would be getting ready to mow. To see these snowflakes would be quite a delight, I've heard many a time, it's quite a sight. I would truly love to see this, But about this, the climate gives Pune a diss. One day, I hope, I can see this phenomenon, I hope, I see the snowflakes falling on my lawn! This was my entry for Reese's Winter Writing Workshop! ~Renee
The brown leaves crumbling, yes, they are, The red ones, too, they crunch, under the car. It’s such an orange feeling, yes, The mellow leaves are everywhere in a mess. Under the orange trees, you’d like to lay, Some people would want forever to stay. Some people, near the yellow leaves, would like to walk, Others would like to play in the red leaves and talk. Sure, I can’t experience this all, Because Autumn doesn’t seem to answer Pune’s call. But that doesn’t stop the season’s light, which is a beam, I should just enjoy it in my daydream! BTW, Pune is the city I live in, which is in India. I hope you liked it!! ~Renee
It's my mother's birthday, For her party make way. She's cutting the cake, Our happiness ain't fake. Everyone's snacking, eating, On her diet, my mom's cheating. The kids are dancing, People are enjoying. Then comes the present, With love from my dad it's meant. She opens the gift, The lid she'll lift. Something shines inside, She probably remembers the day she became a bride. There we saw, was a wonderful necklace, For its radiant beauty, no one could brace. I don't know about others, But for me, it wasn't its pretty smothers. For I saw it glowing, The beauty looked like it would sing. For I thought what glowed more, was none other, Than my dear wonderful mother. ~Renee
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