(A Simile Poem)
By Josie Whitehead
As harsh as the cold winds that whimper and moan.
As cold as the ice which turns water to stone.
As sad as the clouds which turn blue into grey
And as sorry to know that we have shorter days.
As crackling as flames that keep out the chill;
As loud as the winds, both strident and shrill;
As sorry as we feel when the sun says goodbye;
And as white as the snowflakes that dance in the sky.
As glad as we feel when spring comes again,
With its freshness, its sunshine and light gentle rain.
So we swap winter days for the days of the spring
With warmth in the air and the new life it brings.
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