Describing Winter

I see the bright orange sun rising.

I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face.

I hear the birds singing up in the trees.

I can smell the fresh morning breeze.

My best Poem about Winter

Winter Poem

I hear the cold wind

swishing between the big, tall trees.

I hear my mum cooking delicious food in the kitchen.

I smell the wood burn in the fire.

I feel the warmth of the fire warming my cold hands.