The frost crept across the window pane,
Like tiny crystals, white as snow.
The cold wind whistled its lonely song,
Making the bare branches sway and moan.
I bundled up in a million layers,
Coat as puffy as a marshmallow cloud.
My boots went crunch, crunch through the ice,
As I shuffled outside, sleepy but proud.
The sun peeked shyly through the clouds,
Painting the snow in shades of gold.
Silly Sally skipped down the sidewalk,
Braving the bitter, biting cold.