A cold winter morning

Today we were learning to write a poem using free verses. We had to chose our words carefully we had to go outside and brainstorm all the words we can think about.

The sun glittering like beads falling from the sky.

The leaves blowing into the soaky grass.

The fresh floppy green grass drifting in the cold breeze.

The birds twittering in the sixty year old maple tree.

The air has whiff of the fresh cut green grass

There is wetness in the air.